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For years, invisible lace wigs weren’t even on my radar. Anchoring the nightly news was what I thought about every day. This applied until the moment my hair began to thin due to medical hair loss. I said that I couldn’t permit the possibility of appearing on TV as a bald Bruce Willis of Texas.

Personally, this meant that I lost my identity, bereaved of a real head of hair. I resigned that it would be impossble to reclaim good hair. Girl, how wrong. Way before I found my real human hair wig, I attempted a number of silly unnatural wigs that got my texture all wrong. My husband Malcolm introduced me to some dignified wig stores where I could get authentic wigs that would look great.

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With the best hair piece, a proud individual in my place should foster confidence working towards admitting to her hair loss. Now I see this as an opportunity to flaunt my current earrings. This meant the world to me to proudly go about as I used to on the job.

It wouldn’t surprise me if I’m getting out of hand as I ramble, but hair is integral to my emotional well-being. Is there more to existence than a great head of hair? Heck, it wouldn’t be right if someone told me otherwise. Lace Front wigs look so good!

I can’t believe what these blessings have meant to me. No one has noticed the reality of me and women’s hair loss. Nevertheless there you have it, I’m simply glad to be alive. Having hair again improved things for me.

Many could think this life’s course superficial. Who cares? I don’t care who you are, what creature comforts make living so practical? Speaking for myself, it’s friends and my new wigs.

Embrace Your Wig!

Denise Sullivan