A Mutual Understanding for a Beautiful Soul’s Longing for Natural Beauty
Most couldn’t believe the indestructible Nancy Upton, my high school BFF, might someday need a collection of lace front wigs. Her extravagant hair and fashion flowed in sync with her femininity. But surprise surprise. There’s no question she continues to be known for her style. Not many in town realize she utilizes lace front wigs. They look that good.
As mere children in Arizona, we regularly stole the spotlights to every dance. But in college her alopecia took effect and her hair wouldn’t be the same. I did hint at some human hair wigs. But you know, balding was no big deal to her. She somewhat obnoxiously never let you forget about her attitude.
Appearing at our university’s roller hockey tournament, we flirted with the crowd till a guy on other team purposefully flung the little ball (or that thing they use) into the bleachers. With quick reflexes she reached out for the thing and her hat landed in a beer, uncovering her bald head. Totally upreturbed, she lobbed it playfully back to the field. What’d I tell ya about her spunk?
However, it eventually got to her. Once we got together for a stroll to the art gallery, the day she very sincerely informed me that she would rather do without hair as a statement. She loved her old hair so much she can’t even look at beautiful wigs, even if she would wear them. At that disclosure, our fearless protagonist turned flush red and requested that I should think nothing more of it. I didn’t know what to say.
There was no way to get her words out of my head. Shortly after, I IM’d with her about taking care of this wig problem. After a long deliberation we ended up with the only logical action: lace front wigs for all! I used my credit card, and it was worth it.
She and I were amazed by the fashionable styles. She couldn’t believe that synthetic wigs could be vital to fashion for so many women. These wigs for women’s hair loss brought out her youthful spirit. I built a completely contemporary wardrobe to match our wigs. We do it all together, but you knew that already. Not long ago she gave me a photo of us in our wigs and thanked me for her wig, and disclosed that it fosters a lost identity that she’d forgotten. It’s encouraging to have helped little miss attitude reclaim her beauty. And she’s still got the attitude.
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