For years, hair loss and wigs weren’t always my passion. Art was my goal. That was true till the time I lost my hair because of alopecia. I said that I can’t permit the chance of being the bald version of Demi Moore of this world.

I knew life would be more challenging, bereaved of my trademarked hair do. I believed that it was out of my hands to regain full fashion and the hair to match. Oh, was I wrong. Before I got wise and bought my new real wig, I tried on a selection of itchy unnatural hair weaves that didn’t suit my complexion. My husband Reginald worked his magic and found a few medical wig stores offering human hair wigs that would look great.

So I hopped to it and checked it out. I happened upon an array of beautiful, chic human hair wigs. Their breathable black wigs did wonders for me.

Given the perfect hair piece, a woman similar to myself should grow fearlessness when overcoming her medical hair loss. Not since I was a girl did I want to display my freshest voluminous hair. It was exhilarating to sassily display my new look on the job.

It’s possible I’m getting out of hand as I ramble, but looks are important to my identity. Is it possible there’s a deeper meaning to individuality than an amazing flow of hair? You know, it wouldn’t matter anyway if it were true. Here’s the good news: womens hair loss can be beat!

You can’t understand what this has brought me. Very few believe the reality of me and wearing a wig. Still so it goes, I’m thankfully glad to fearlessly approach my career again. Wigs for chemotherapy improved things for me.

Detractors might say this method superficial. They’re wrong. How is existing on earth so fantastic? Personally, I adore my career and my inimitable style.

Embrace Your Hair!

Cassandra Fleck