After many years of keeping my natural hair color, my sister decided to take matters into her own hands and dye mine a color called Cinnamon Sprinkle. It is a temporary dye since she knows all-too-well that I will not take the time to go to the hair salon to fix the roots as they grow out. Aside from the fact that the shower looked like the scene of a horrible wine accident while rinsing, my hair turned out pretty well. Perhaps too well, as I have gotten a number of positive comments about it.

I realize what you are thinking but let me interject and state my case. I agree that receiving a compliment is a wonderful thing; it makes me all warm and fuzzy inside. But what I do not enjoy about this entire experience is that I feel that I am presenting a false front to the world, that I have something to hide. I feel the exact same way about make-up. It took me a couple of days to parse these feelings out and truly understand what was happening. Having my hair dyed makes me feel like a fraud. I understand some people feel it is an expression of individuality but when the entire world needs to change something about themselves, it is no longer a unique attribute. I feel that I am perfectly fine the way I am and am very much looking forward to the dye washing away, no matter how many people tell me that I look fantastic with dark auburn hair.