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Every Redhead Has A Story. What's Yours?

We are very excited to launch “Authentic Stories”, a celebration of the redhead culture throughout the world - exposing the rarity and uniqueness of being a ginger.  

This project incorporates redheads from around the globe to be ambassadors in the project.  We are taking photos of our ambassadors and require a short story to come along to us from them on what it was like growing up with red hair.  Age has no limits!  Each month we will feature a new ambassador on the front page of our website.  

If you would be interested in being an ambassador with us, please contact us today!


Hudson C. - Duchess, Alberta, Canada

Hudson is a beautiful, determined, loveable 6-year-old red head. Hudson is the only child that has red hair in our immediate family. We live in Alberta, but I originate from Cape Breton, NS. Raising a red head in a small town in Alberta has been like raising a unicorn. Everywhere we go, without fail, we get “where does his red hair come from?” Both myself and Hudson’s father have brown hair and his brother has light brown hair, so of course that would be the first question anyone would ask. Then is followed by the grandma’s and grandpa’s reminiscing about their red hair back in the day or how their children had red hair. It always becomes the most genuine conversation and we love every minute of it. Hudson’s hair comes from his east coast roots and from his father’s dad’s side as well. He is the perfect mix of both his mom and dad’s roots. A perfect combination. Hudson has the most beautiful color of red hair. When asked, Hudson will say, “I’m rare mommy.” At first Hudson would shy away from anyone that would ask about his hair. Now he notices when people do not mention it and is then left feeling like they should have. Hudson’s red hair is his badge of honor. I have never seen any other color quite like his. 

I was worried about him starting school as he was not a fan of his red hair in the beginning. He was more embarrassed by it. But then he met another friend, coincidentally named Hudson as well, with red hair. He is a year older than him but they are good buddies. They teamed up and now have this feeling of confidence and pride as they walk down the hallways, secretly giving each other the “I got you” nod. 

As many people initially believe that all redheads are “fiery” and “fierce,” our Hudson certainly is not. He is the most mild-tempered, well mannered, empathetic little boy and we love him fiercely! 

Hudson’s red hair is his badge of honor. He wears it proudly. He will put up a fight whenever he needs to go for a haircut. He wants to protect it and would rather not cut it…ever. 

Hudson is one cool kid with one cool head of hair. He is authentic. He is one of a kind. We are so blessed that he is our son. 

Photo Credit (landing page, and below) Ashley MacIsaac Photography


Sam P. - Hamilton, Ontario, Canada

I wish I had been more proud of my red hair sooner in life. It’s one of the biggest regrets I have.

As a kid, I was mercilessly teased about my red hair. All of the usual names, but the most hurtful one that was used often and always stuck with me was "ugly".

Ugly because I was different. Ugly because I didn’t look like everyone else.  Ugly because I felt like I didn’t fit in.

I never really grew up with kids my age that had the same hair colour as I did besides my sister.  It is crazy to think that such a silly detail like your hair colour could cause kids to be so cruel. Fitting in is the norm. Standing out is weird.  That is what I was to others: weird. 

I begged my mom for so long to colour my hair so that I could take away this flaming red mop I was constantly made fun of for.  When she deemed me “old enough” (which I believe was in high school), she started helping me colour my hair to darker colours so that I could fit in with all the other kids.  I never actually told her about the teasing because I knew it would make her upset to know that her own daughter was being made fun of, just because of a hair colour.  I continued colouring my hair all throughout high school.  I do not think there were a lot of people back then who knew what my natural hair colour was.  At one point, I remember my mom telling me it would be best to take a break from colouring or else I would damage my hair.  It was just before college and I asked her to help me change it just a little bit.  So she helped me colour my hair underneath black in hopes that it would take the focus away from the "raging carrot top".

In college I met one of the most important people in my life and someone who encouraged me to be my most authentic self, hair colour and all: my husband.

He LOVED my red hair. He claims he had “ALWAYS wanted to meet a girl with red hair”.  And one day he flat out said to me “You’re trying to blend in with everyone else. Why are you trying to change the thing that makes you born to stand out? You have a larger than life personality. Just be you.” 

Since that day, I've stopped colouring my hair.  It's been twelve years now.  I never realized how much I just didn't want to be myself because at that time, it was easier for me to blend in, as I do not like being at the centre of attention.  

Today, all the comments I get are “Oh MY GOD, is that your natural colour?!  It’s beautiful.”  Or “ I would give ANYTHING to have your colour”.

Embracing my red hair has given me a confidence I never knew I had and that confidence was further explored when I received an “Authentic Ginger” t-shirt for Christmas in 2018 from my mother-in-law and sister-in-law.  I looked at it and got very emotional. I had no idea there was such an amazing company out there helping fellow redheads to feel confident in themselves by allowing them to be proud of who they are and show it off to the world.  I wear my t-shirts as often as possible and ALWAYS get compliments on them. It’s something I can wear proudly and let everyone else know how proud I am to be different. To be a Redhead. To be an Authentic Ginger.


Emily H. - Halifax, Nova Scotia, Canada

What does it mean to me to be a “ginger”? Growing up it never really meant much, other than the fact that it made me different. I would constantly receive comments pertaining to my hair colour, so I started to believe that that was all people noticed about me, was the colour of my hair, instead of other traits I believed to be more important! As the only redhead in my immediate family, and usually the only redhead in my classes, I stood out. I remember wishing I had blonde hair like my friends or black hair like my sister, because they were allowed to do fun things like put dye in their hair! But not me, my mother always said; “You can’t get that colour in a bottle Em”. As a fiery redhead that never sat well with me.

However, I was privileged enough to have a strong redheaded role model to look up to; my grandmother, whom I inherited the colour from. My family in general always taught me to be proud of the uniqueness but it wasn’t until a little later in life that I really appreciated being a ginger, for what it was. I now see it as another way in which to connect with people, whether it be a stranger who just has to tell me a story about a specific ginger that they know, or a wonderful opportunity such as Authentic Ginger Clothing Co. , giving me the chance to connect with redheads around the world to share our stories. We are all vastly different yet seem to share very similar stories of growing up ginger, some good and some bad but at the very least we now have this network to engage with and sometimes support others who may have not fully embraced their fire yet. Being a ginger doesn’t have to be the entirety of who you are but it should definitely give you a reason, amongst many others, to be proud of who you are.

Now that I am an adult I have no plans of altering my colour, not only because I appreciate the rarity of it, but because my mother and grandmother will still not let me. If anyone reading this can take away anything from it, I hope it is to embrace your natural beauty because no two people are exactly alike, our similarities and even our differences should unite and empower us to be who we truly are. So I guess that is what being a “ginger” has meant to me, and I wouldn’t change it for the world.