It’s not easy to talk about, but invisible lace wigs weren’t something I was familiar with. Modeling was the thing that occupied my mind. This applied till the day when my hair was falling out during chemotherapy. It was obvious that I can’t permit the possibility of being a thin-haired version of Demi Moore by sheer dumb luck.

I imagined that I lost my identity, robbed of my trademarked hair do. I resigned that it was out of my hands to get back fabulous hair. Man, I was incorrect. Before I got my authentic wig, I tried out a barrage of ridiculous fake hair weaves that got my texture all wrong. My man Jim told me about a few medical wig stores offering human hair wigs I would love.

Anyhow, I got online and checked it out. I noticed a cornucopia of astonishing, stylish real human hair wigs. Their breathable African American wigs made me so happy!

Given the proper wig, a woman in my situation should foster fearlessness when admitting to her balding. I’ve never been more excited to parade my new golden locks. It was exhilarating to proudly brush my hair while on the job.

Perhaps I’m getting out of hand as I ramble, however looks are important to my emotional well-being. Is it possible there’s something else to being alive than a fabulous style of hair? Girl, it doesn’t matter if it were true. Wigs are stylish fashion pieces to so many women.

You couldn’t imagine what this has meant to me. Only close friends and family know the reality of me and my thinning hair. Anyhow that’s life, I’m thankfully glad to be alive. Real human hair wigs improved things for me and everyone who depends on me.

Many may feel this life’s course superficial. They have no idea. Doesn’t everyone have something small that makes existing on earth so worthwhile? For me, it’s my career and my new wigs.

Love Your Hair!

Denise Putnam