As a girl, women’s wigs weren’t always my passion. Dancing was my goal. That was true till last week when I lost my hair during chemotherapy. I pronounced that I cannot condone the possibility of showing up at work as a chrome-dome Bruce Willis due to unfortunate genetics.
I thought that I lost my identity, bereaved of beautiful hair. It became clear that there was nothing I could do to recover fabulous style. Girl, was I mistaken. Before I got my authentic wig, I tried on a great deal of inadequate synthetic hair extensions that made me uncomfortable. My lover Gordon found me a few medical wig stores offering human hair wigs that would look great.
Then I biked to the Internet cafe and took a good look at their wigs. I noticed an array of beautiful, seamless real hair wigs. Their tailored invisible lace wigs suited me best.
Given the best wig, a woman in my situation can grow courage working towards accepting her hair loss. I’ve never been more excited to display my new hats. It was glorious to finally display my new look on the streets of Manhattan.
It’s likely I’m being ridiculous carrying on like this, however my style is an important aspect of who I am. Is it possible there’s further to life than a great head of hair? Heck, it doesn’t matter if that were so. Its’ true,medical wigs offer an important option for stylish ladies who can relate.
You couldn’t imagine what this has brought me. Only close friends and family know the reality of me and my cancer. Still that’s how it goes, I’m wonderfully prepared to look fabulous for my husband again. Lace front wigs improved things for my family and I.
Some might say my attitude is superficial. They’re ignorant! How is living so amazing? For me, I adore friends and my new wigs.
Take Care of Your Wig,
Cassandra Sullivan
