Wig Woman

 In my late 20’s, I began losing my hair.  After seeing multiple dermatologists, they all determined it was hereditary female hair loss. So, I had an answer as to why I was losing my hair, and there wasn’t anything I could do about it.Years went by and slowly, my hair became thinner and thinner, to the point I was embarrassed to go out in public.  I considered hair transplants, minoxidil, and various other concoctions that claimed to regrow my hair, make me look younger, and have handsome men swooning all over me.  On my 50th birthday, I wore my first wig.

I remember walking into a restaurant that day feeling very self conscious.  Too embarrassed to go to a local shop that sold wigs, I had ordered one from an Internet website.  I wasn’t even sure I had it on right, and thought everyone was staring at me.  On the way home, I cried.

A man can lose his hair, shave it off, and still look fantastic.  A bald woman…not so much.  Add to that being a larger size woman, and bald just wasn’t going to be the image I was going for.  I wanted hair.

I ordered a couple more wigs in different styles and colors.  They were more comfortable and looked better on me.  OK, maybe I could do this.  Maybe I could wear hair after all.

A dozen wigs later from the Internet, I finally worked up the nerve to visit a wig shop.  It wasn’t as bad as I thought it might be.  There was a private area with mirrors, brushes, and pics where I could try on the wigs.  The lady helping me was very kind and compassionate, which resulted in a sales of two wigs for me.

It’s been six years now and I’ve probably purchased about twenty wigs in various colors and styles.  Some I don’t wear because they are not as comfortable or I just got tired of them.  A couple have fallen apart.  I’ve learned what brands I prefer.  Eva Gabor and Raquel Welch have been my two favorite brands so far.

I’m more aware of what styles and nape lengths suit me better.  It’s been trial and error for the most part.  Most of my wigs are comfortable and can be worn all day with no problem.  But one of first things I do when I get home is take off my hair.

For myself, it was VERY traumatic to lose my hair.  It contributed to depression and low self-esteem.  Many times I have opted to stay at home rather than go to social functions because I didn’t want people to see my pink scalp glowing beneath my sparse hair.  I’ve gotten mad, I’ve cried, and I’ve asked God why I had to lose my hair.

While having my natural hair would be a certain blessing, there are a few advantages to wearing wigs.  I can have a different hair style every day, if I want.  It’s fun to be able to go from brunette to blonde in just a few seconds.  There’s no lengthy style time of a morning; they’re quick to get me out the door.  I shave my head now, so there’s also no lengthy hair washing and conditioning.  I towel off my head and I’m ready for my wig.

I’ve adjusted somewhat to my hair loss.  I can talk about it now.  I no longer care if people know I wear wigs.  When someone compliments me on my hair, I just say thank you and leave it at that.  But probably the nicest compliment is when I tell someone I’m wearing a wig and they look shocked because they couldn’t tell.  That is definitely a feel good moment.