Fostering Courage in the Thick of Medical Hair Loss
You know, women’s wigs were not forever my personal obsession. Dancing was the thing that occupied my mind. This applied till the second I started to lose my hair because of alopecia. It became clear that I shouldn’t allow for the possibility of living as a thin-haired fashion victim of Texas.
I believed life would be more challenging, deprived of my trademarked hair do. I felt like that it would be more than difficult to realize good style. Oh, I was incorrect. Before I got my lace front wig, I tried on a wide array of itchy synthetic hair weaves that I couldn’t stand. My man Reginald worked his magic and found respectable, medical wig websites that carried natural wigs I could wear proudly.
Well I walked to the store and sized up the selection. I uncovered an inventory of glorious, stylish real human hair wigs. Their breathable black wigs fit me perfectly.
Provided the right wig, a girl akin to myself can develop fearlessness working towards accepting her loss of natural hair. I’ve never been more excited to parade my latest hair styles. It was glorious to proudly regain my personality at the dinner table.
Perhaps I’m getting out of hand as I ramble, however looks are important to my profession. Is there something else to being alive than a fabulous style of hair? Girl, it wouldn’t matter anyway if it were true. Lace Front wigs look so good!
You can’t understand what these blessings have been like. No one knows the truth of me and my wigs (I have two now, for different styles). However that’s how it goes, I’m thankfully prepared to to strut my stuff. Wigs for chemotherapy improved things for me and everyone who depends on me.
Judgmental people could determine that method silly. They don’t know. What makes living so amazing? Personally, the secret is my family and my attention-getting sense of fashion.
Take Care of Living!
Carrie Putnam
