Somedays I truely think I'm beautiful. Those days, people look at me in a new way. Other days, I want to be the image I have in my head of what is really beautiful. I'm naturally blonde. I had such beautiful hair. I got bored though durring the last summer. For the last 6 months I've been every shade of brown, and even some shades of red. I miss my hair so much... It was one of my favorite features. What makes me beautiful now? The good days are comming less and less... Today though, I asked him if he liked my hair better now or like it was. He told me that he of course loved my blonde hair, but that I am beautiful. No matter what. That he likes me with any color of hair I want to have at the moment. He keeps me strong. I know it's stupid to have something so simple as hair make me sad, but the point is, I wasn't happy with who I was, so I changed. I now regret it. I see now that I was perfect before I tried to change myself.