Editor’s note: We’re so excited to welcome Kimberly Lovato and her blog, Fluent in Fabulous to the TB Network.
An edited version of this essay appeared in the March 1 issue of American Way Magazine.
Carrottop. Rusty. Ginger. Pippi Longstocking. “How original. I’ve never heard that one before,” I want to respond. “Connect the dots with my freckles? What a clever idea. Yes, that’s right, someone did leave me outside in the rain, and my hair rusted.”
As a redhead, I’ve heard all the jokes and jeers.
The only tag that didn’t make me wince was the pet name my grandfather coined. “How’s my Pretty Red?” I can still hear his sonorous voice ask, employing the tender name he’d used for me all his life. It was always “my” Pretty Red. I was always his.