I’ve always hated my hair. To say that it’s thin is an understatement, and I’m nearly bald in a few spots. I?ve spent a lifetime working on my hair, and I?ve tried all.the.things. I?ve been to dermatologists, I?ve applied creams and sprays. I?ve taken vitamins, Collagen and tried fad diets. I’ve brushed more, brushed less, brushed with firmer brushes and tried combs.
The end result was exactly the same: I have very thin, baby-fine hair.
My kids, who are 10 and 13, tease me about it all the time. Whenever they play with my hair, they’ll joke that they better be gentle so that not a single strand gets pulled out, as I have none to spare.
Over the past year, I’ve started pulling my hair into a very high bun in an effort to trick onlookers (I imagined everyone turning to stare at my horrifically thin hair). I grew it long so that I could twist it multiple times to make the bun appear slightly thicker. Aha, I told myself. I finally found a hairstyle that works. And then my older kid told me that I don?t look good with my hair in a bun. Ooof. Then I started receiving ads for wigs on Instagram. I guess my countless hours of searching for hair solutions had informed my social media accounts about what I’m interested in. Or maybe it was random.
Regardless, I don’t know why I hadn’t thought of a wig before. It could be the solution to all my problems. I could shave my head and never have to deal with my horrendous hair again. I co...