I’m not sure how true this is.
I’m a brunette. Growing up I sometimes wished I was a blonde.
My Barbie was blonde. Her boyfriend Ken was blonde.
My mom is blonde. My brother is blonde.
Blonde was a color I envied.
In middle school there was a blonde girl, who we’ll call Lizzie. She was popular. She was tall. She had long flowing blond hair.
The boys liked her.
She had the trendy clothes. She used an awesome trapper keeper.
She was the queen of the popular girl clan.
I was jealous.
I was brunette. I had no Blonde Lizzie qualities.
Then high school came. I took a gamble and tried out for Cheerleading.
I was stoked when I made it!
I was brunette.
My entire cheer squad, except for four other girls were brunette.
I now had more than just one close friends. I laughed more then than I can ever remember. I had guys giving me a second look. I loved myself. I was slowly becoming a social butterfly.
Now as an adult I can see that the old saying is so NOT true.
I have played the “elevator jump” game in Vegas (after a few drinks) and fallen on my face laughing hysterically. I’ve flashed the football team. I’ve driven my car through 4 feet of water, killed the engine and pushed it out of the flash-flooded road, in a dress. I’ve lost my entire bikini on the boogie boarding ride at Schlitterbahn. I’ve eaten a whole pan of brownies in three days. I’ve ran two half marathons and a 5K. I’ve met my future husband on eHarmony. I’ve been proposed to on the beach. I’ve laughed so hard that I’ve snorted and cried at the same time. I’ve been in a stiff leg brace and taken 20 minutes and the help of my mom just to sit on the toilet. I’ve been camping, heard the noise of a grizzly bear, came running down the mountain screaming, only to find out that it was a cow.
Brunette is now a color that I own, and am proud of.
The only time I think that I think blondes have more fun is when they change the spelling of their title to Blond-ies.
This is now the only time that I get jealous of all the Lizzie’s out there.