ZPXFW Blog

As a girl, women’s hair loss and wigs were not always my passion. Teaching was what I thought about every day. That was true until the time I started to lose my hair due to medical hair loss. It became clear that I couldn’t permit the outcome of appearing on TV as the thin-haired powerless Samson (from the Bible) by sheer dumb luck.

I knew that I lost my identity, bereaved of my trademarked hair do. I resigned that it was out of my hands to reclaim great fashion and the hair to match. Man, I was incorrect. Previous to receiving my authentic wig, I found a great deal of itchy phony wigs that didn’t suit my complexion. My boyfriend Malcolm told me about some dignified wig stores where I could get invisible lace front wigs I could wear proudly.

Then I biked to the Internet cafe and checked it out. I uncovered an inventory of glorious, stylish human hair wigs. Their tailored lace front wigs did wonders for me.

Given the proper hair piece, a girl similar to myself can foster confidence working towards accepting her medical hair loss. Now I see this as an opportunity to show my current voluminous hair. This meant the world to me to sassily regain my personality at the dinner table.

But maybe I could be exaggerating things, but looks are important to my identity. Is there more things to reality than a fabulous style of hair? Heck, I don’t care if someone told me otherwise. Here’s the good news: women’s hair loss can be beat!

You can’t understand what wigs have been like. Only close friends and family know about me and my lacking hair. But that’s life, I’m just set to to strut my stuff. Having hair again improved things for me and everyone who depends on me.

Shallow people might call that life’s course needy. They’re wrong. How is existence so amazing? For me, it’s love and my hair.

Love Your Wig,

Monica Putnam