Fostering Composure with Alopecia
Thursday, June 18th, 2009You know, invisible lace wigs were not always my passion. Dancing was the thing that occupied my mind. This applied till the time my hair began to thin because of alopecia. I decided that I couldn’t condone the possibility of showing up at work as a shiny-headed version of Demi Moore by sheer dumb luck.
I thought that I lost my identity, deprived of my hair. I felt like that there was nothing I could do to realize great hair. Boy, how mistaken. Way before I found my authentic wig, I tried out a barrage of silly fake hair pieces that I couldn’t stand. My man Malcolm worked his magic and found some dignified wig stores where I could get natural wigs that would look great.
Well I got online and sized up the selection. I found myself browsing an inventory of glorious, dignified real hair wigs. Their natural African American wigs made me so happy!
Trying on the best hair piece, a proud individual similar to myself can grow courage working towards accepting her medical hair loss. Not since I was a girl did I want to expose my current voluminous hair. It was exhilarating to proudly exert my confidence again at the mall.
It’s likely things are not as great as they seem, but my style is an important aspect of my identity. Is it possible there’s something else to reality than a great head of hair? Boy, it wouldn’t matter anyway if it were true. Wigs are stylish fashion pieces to so many women.
You would not believe what this has brought me. Very few believe about me and my wigs (I have two now, for different styles). Nevertheless so it goes, I’m definitely glad to fearlessly approach my career again. Having hair again enhanced living for me and everyone who depends on me.
Some might find this approach is superficial. Who cares? Doesn’t everyone have something small that makes life so worthwhile? Speaking for myself, it’s love and my new wigs.
Take Care of Your Wig.
Cassandra Fleck