You know, women’s hair loss and wigs weren’t even on my radar. Teaching was what kept me pretty busy. That was true until the time my hair wouldn’t be the same because of alopecia. I said that I can’t condone the possibility of living as a bald version of Demi Moore of this world.

I thought that I was all alone, bereaved of my hair. I resigned that it would be more than difficult to realize wonderful style. Girl, how wrong. Before I got wise and bought my new real wig, I tried on a number of silly fake wigs that I couldn’t stand. My husband Harry told me about some dignified wig stores where I could get natural wigs that would suit me.

Anyhow, I jumped into the car and took a good look at their wigs. I happened upon a diverse world of, practical real hair wigs. Their tailored lace front wigs made me so happy!

Trying on the perfect wig, a proud individual in my place should develop confidence while admitting to her loss of natural hair. I’ve never been more excited to strut main street in my fashionable golden locks. It meant a lot to me to finally regain my personality at the family picnic.

Perhaps I’m getting out of hand as I ramble, however hair is integral to my profession. Is there more things to being alive than a great head of hair? You know, I don’t care if that were so. Here’s the good news: womens hair loss can be beat!

I can’t believe what my loved ones have felt like. Very few believe the reality of me and my cancer. But that’s where I’m at, I’m thankfully glad to be alive. Having hair again enriched life for me.

Some may determine this attitude is silly. They’re wrong. I don’t care who you are, what creature comforts make life so practical? For me, I adore my husband and my new wigs.

Love Yourself!

Denise Sullivan