Who is this girl?

A few days ago I had my hair done and got it dyed dark brown. (Black if you ask me) I was in a state of shock when I saw myself. At first all I could do was stare and want to cry. What have I done to myself I wondered. Maybe all you ladies out there will understand this. All women have something about them that they love, it's like their armor. Some girls have great breasts, some have awesome legs, ect. Well for me I've always relied on my hair. If my hair was looking good I felt good. So you can imagine how I felt looking into the mirror at this woman I no longer recognize. Strange.... I know it's me, but I don't see me. I don't feel like me. I feel like me trapped in someone else. I always knew my hair was important to me, but didn't realize how much so. I almost feel silly admitting this, I know how vain it sounds. But yet, I still feel that way. So for now I will keep the dark brown locks, so as not to fry my hair. Maybe it will start to grow on me, I doubt it. So for now, I'll keep my eye on the calendar and in a few weeks I'll trek back to the salon and admit I made a mistake... I shouldn't have requested to be a raven haired beauty, some of us just can't pull that off. And within a couple of hours I'll be returned to the woman I know and love....me ( the blonde version).