Unfortunately, I think some people get kicks out of being unkind to others. I don't believe they are always insecure themselves but just because they find it amusing to put others down and that was certainly my experience at secondary school in the early 2000s.
I always thought I didn't get bullied over my hair but I think that's a bit of denial on my part. I guess I did. I wasn't teased mercilessly but people were horrible. In my experience, it didn't matter that Nicole Kidman or whoever had red hair, they'd just said well you aren't her.
A particularly horrid group of girls would never talk to me because I was a "ginger minger" and for two years I never spoke a word in my GCSE English group because I didn't want to draw attention to myself. My predicted grade dropped from an A* to a C because of lack of participation on my part. I got a B in the end but I find it quite sad that my insecure teenage self felt too ashamed to even speak in a lesson.
I also had glasses for long distance too and I remember wearing them for science to read the board and took them off and put them in front of my pencil case to complete my work. A right cow said to her friend, "look, she's trying to hide her glasses from us"
I mean... how narcissistic can you get?!
I started dying my hair at 13 and this didn't help either. It made me feel better at the time but people would still say well she's ginger underneath so it doesn't matter what she's done to hide it. Lord knows, people can be cruel! To this day I still colour my hair. I'm pregnant and I'm letting my roots come through as an experiment to see whether I want to revert back to my natural colour.
I walked into a pub about 6 months ago and a man in his 40s shouted "ginger!" at me as I walked in. I am one of those people who can never think of something clever to say in the moment so I just ignored him but I wish I'd have said "I know - aren't I lucky. I'm afraid being thick as shit is a trait you have not to be proud of".
It's a shame that people believe that your hair of all things defines who you are as a person. There was quite a popular ginger boy in my school (who was also rude to me!) but it seemed like the rules could be bent for him.
I had a friend who was overweight and very insecure about it and I remember walking to school with her and us complaining about hair/weight and she told me that "at least you can do something about it. I can't. Anyway, nobody likes you because they think you're too weird and sarcastic. Why don't you stop that?". I don't think I've ever actually changed but I'm definitely happy with who I am. I actually take smug comfort in seeing what some of these bell ends from school are up to these days and believe myself to be more successful. That's my little last laugh!
Sorry for the rambling post. I've never really shared my experience but it just goes to show that sometimes, it doesn't matter what you do to change it, who famous has that hair, how old you are even, if people want to be cruel, they will. Teach your daughter to be proud of who she is and have some quick witted comments.