You know, invisible lace wigs were not forever my personal obsession. Dancing was the thing that occupied my mind. That was true till the second I lost my hair because of alopecia. I pronounced that I can’t allow for the chance of showing up at work as a chrome-dome powerless Samson (from the Bible) of Texas.
I believed that my charm would be more difficult, without my hair. I believed that it was out of my hands to regain fabulous hair. Girl, how incorrect. Before I got my real human hair wig, I went through a barrage of hot phony hair weaves that didn’t suit my complexion. My lover Harry told me about some dignified wig stores where I could get authentic wigs that would look great.
Not wasting any time, I walked to the store and surveyed the options. I found a diverse world of, seamless lace front wigs. Their tailored African American wigs suited me best.
Trying on the right hair piece, a woman akin to myself should grow bravery working towards admitting to her medical hair loss. Not since I was a girl did I want to parade my new summer wear. It was exhilarating to sassily regain my personality on the streets of Manhattan.
It’s possible I could be exaggerating things, however hair and fashion are essential to my profession. Is there something else to existence than a beautiful head of hair? Boy, 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 has noticed about me and alopecia. But that’s life, I’m merely set to to strut my stuff. Having hair again made so much better for me and everyone who depends on me.
Detractors could feel my sentiment is silly. They have no idea. What makes existing on earth so fantastic? Speaking for myself, it’s kitchenware (haha!) and my new wigs.
Feel Good About Living,
Cassandra Putnam
