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It’s not easy to talk about, but invisible lace wigs weren’t something I was familiar with. Art was what I thought about every day. That was true until last week when my hair was falling out during chemotherapy. I determined that I can’t condone the chance of becoming a chrome-dome Lex Luther due to unfortunate genetics.

I thought life would be more challenging, without a real head of hair. I resigned that it would be more than difficult to reclaim good hair. Girl, I was incorrect. Way before I found my new real wig, I tried out a barrage of silly phony hair weaves that didn’t suit my complexion. My partner Reginald found me a few medical wig stores offering human hair wigs I would love.

Then I walked to the store and sized up the selection. I noticed an inventory of glorious, high-class human hair wigs. Their natural invisible lace wigs suited me best.

Given the proper wig, a girl in my place may very well develop confidence when admitting to her balding. Now I see this as an opportunity to display my current hair styles. It was exhilarating to proudly display my new look on the streets of Manhattan.

Perhaps I could be exaggerating things, but remember hair is integral to my profession. Is it possible there’s further to life than an amazing flow of hair? Girl, it wouldn’t be right if that were so. Wigs are stylish fashion pieces to so many women.

You would not believe what wigs have felt like. Very few believe the truth of me and my lacking hair. However that’s life, I’m thankfully prepared to be alive. Real human hair wigs enhanced living for my family and I.

Many might find my life’s course silly. Who cares? I don’t care who you are, what creature comforts make life so practical? For me, it’s friends and my wig.

Love Your Wig,

Monica Putnam

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