It’s not easy to talk about, but lace front wigs weren’t forever my personal obsession. Dancing was what I thought about every day. That was true until the time my hair was falling out due to medical hair loss. It was obvious that I shouldn’t condone the outcome of being a bald Mr. Clean from New Hampshire.

Personally, this meant that I lost my identity, bereaved of my trademarked hair do. It became clear that it would be impossble to recover full fashion and the hair to match. Man, was I wrong. Before I got my authentic wig, I went through a selection of silly unnatural hair weaves that I couldn’t stand. My partner Malcolm introduced me to some dignified wig stores where I could get invisible lace front wigs I would love.

Not wasting any time, I hopped to it and checked it out. I found myself browsing an array of beautiful, seamless real hair wigs. Their natural African American wigs fit me perfectly.

Trying on the perfect wig, a girl in my situation can develop confidence while growing comfortable with her alopecia. I’ve never been more excited to toss my freshest earrings. It meant a lot to me to sassily go about as I used to at the mall.

It’s likely I’m getting out of hand as I ramble, but hair is integral to my emotional well-being. Is it possible there’s more things to existence than a great head of hair? Girl, it wouldn’t matter anyway 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 felt like. Only close friends and family know the reality of me and my cancer. However that’s where I’m at, I’m thankfully glad to to strut my stuff. Having hair again improved things for me.

Detractors could think this method silly. They’re wrong. I don’t care who you are, what creature comforts make being alive so possible? Personally, the secret is kitchenware (haha!) and my hair.

Love Your Wig!

Denise Fleck