Is the color of my hair more important than the color of my soul?

 I have been having a debate with myself about letting my hair go gray again. I say again because I let it grow out for a year to get it healthy again. Then one day my husband says I think the gray hair makes you look old, so I went & bought hair dye & have not turned back in about 9 months.
 But here I stand again coloring my hair every 3 weeks, I like how it looks when it is colored & it does make me look younger but I'm not younger, I am going to be 48 in a few weeks. My salt & pepper hair a testament to who I am. Does it wash me out as one friend says, yes  I won't lie about that, but why do I have to be someone I'm not? Why is vanity more important than who I am.
 I understand that people judge you by how you look but does my gray hair make me any less of a decent human being? Does it make me volunteer less or care less for other people & animals? Does the lack of pigment in my hair make me less than?
 I have a photo cut out & hanging my kitchen & it's a wrinkly old lady smiling & it says " If only our eyes saw souls instead of bodies how different our ideas of beauty would be". I put it there to remind myself not to judge people by how they look, but here I am judging myself.
 I went to vocational school to be a hair dresser, it wasn't what I wanted to do, but my parents pushed me to do it. I loved the creativity but not the cattiness & judgmental attitudes. When I was in school, I was the girl with the funky hair cut. At graduation all the girls wore dresses & heels, I was wearing an outfit from a store called " units" it was considered anti fashion with my favorite brown leather sandals which I still own ( 30 years later). I am the person with a hippie soul, my favorite thing to do it garden & play with the dog. I want to help people  whenever I can. Does the color of my hair make me different on the inside? Nope it does not. 

I will debate with myself a while longer about this, but in the end I think I'll be who I'm supposed to be , the girl with the salt & pepper hair & the hippie soul.

Glorious by Macklemore:

I feel glorious, glorious
Got a chance to start again
I was born for this, born for this
It's who I am, how could I forget?
I made it through the darkest part of the night
And now I see the sunrise
Now I feel glorious, glorious
I feel glorious, glorious

BTW I wish units was still around my closet would be filled with it!