Fostering Courage in the Thick of Thinning Hair
June 10th, 2009
You know, invisible lace wigs weren’t always my passion. Dancing was the only thing I cared about. That was true till the day when I lost my hair during chemotherapy. I determined that I wouldn’t condone the chance of being the bald Mr. Clean by sheer dumb luck.
I imagined that I’d lost myself, robbed of a real head of hair. I believed that it would be hard to realize fabulous hair. Man, I was wrong. Way before I found my lace front wig, I found a selection of itchy unnatural hair extensions that didn’t match my scalp. My man Malcolm told me about respectable, medical wig websites that carried authentic wigs that would suit me.
Not wasting any time, I hopped to it and sized up the selection. I discovered an inventory of glorious, practical human hair wigs. Their specially designed African American wigs suited me best.
Trying on the best hair piece, a proud individual akin to myself should foster courage working towards accepting her hair loss. I’ve never been more excited to expose my fashionable hair styles. It was exhilarating to proudly go about as I used to at the mall.
Perhaps I’m being ridiculous carrying on like this, but looks are important to my identity. Is there more to reality than an amazing flow of hair? Heck, it wouldn’t matter anyway if someone told me otherwise. Wigs are stylish fashion pieces to so many women.
You can’t understand what wigs have been like. No one has noticed the truth of me and women’s hair loss. Anyhow there you have it, I’m definitely set to to strut my stuff. Lace front wigs made so much better for my family and I.
Shallow people might say my attitude is needy. Oh well. What makes life so practical? For me, it’s love and my lace front wig.
Embrace Your Wig!
Carrie Sullivan
