Hello everyone, my name is Bobby (well it’s a nickname really, but that’s another story).
I remember a time when I was known for my thick, long wavy chestnut hair. I had all the trendy hairstyles of the era – a ‘Farrah Flick’, a Vidal 5-point cut & even a feather cut!
Those days are long gone, my youth along with a full head of luscious hair is just that – a distant memory.
What has happened? I hear you ask, that you mourn the loss of that wonderful mane. Cancer & getting old, I answer. Treatment for one of those things can definitely make your hair fall out, the other is a bit of a follicle lottery.
Eventually, we all lose the ageing challenge & it can play havoc with our barnet. Being a widow of a certain age, 64 in my case, can be difficult enough, throw in a total lack of self-confidence about my thinning, going grey hair & the associated stress that caused meant I almost became a recluse. Just going to the shops made me incredibly anxious, a trip to the hairdresser was completely off the charts & socialising had me in meltdown. I’d make up excuses not to go out, if I did go out I’d be awkward, sweaty with nerves, I couldn’t wait to get back home.
I can’t even begin to count the number of wasted hours I spent doing my hair, trying to cover up the bits of scalp showing through, the more I tried the more miserable I became. I had some experience of wearing a wig during cancer treatment, it was a positive experience (amongst the many others not so good) my husband used to say it was the only upside of chemotherapy – never having a bad hair day! Oh the irony.
So I decided things had to change, during the first months of lockdown I got fitter & healthier, however my hair did not. I threw out all the styling tools, sprays & gels & ordered a wig.
It’s me, wearing the Flirt Alert from Raquel Welch xx
Having a healthy body is a good thing but if your mind & hair are still unhappy the package isn’t complete, at least not for me. Having great hair isn’t just the icing on the cake, it’s a big fat juicy cherry on top of the icing. I don’t get anxious about going out nowadays & hair complements abound, sometimes I tell admirers my secret, sometimes I don’t – I pretend I’m naturally blessed with amazing hair & swish it around for maximum effect (good wig adhesive needed) I’m really quite shameless!
Seriously, we can’t change lots of things we don’t like about our appearance, unless we have a top plastic surgeon on speed dial but deciding not to put up with any more rubbish hair days is totally within our reach – so do it – don’t hesitate- get a wig & be fabulous!
Lots of love, Bobby xxx
Well done you. The hair looks great and so do you.
So so pleased you found simply wigs and joined the community. We’re a great bunch helping each other with our amazingly positive stories and the staff are so kind and helpful. Onwards and upwards I say there’s plenty more living for you to do now you’re getting your confidence back. Go girl xx
Brilliant post..yeah, I agree…let’s just get on with it..wigs are gorgeous now..I bet there are wigs among us all day..but they are so good now..we don’t detect them..putting on my wig now is like cleaning my teeth
Automatic..Great hair day, every day! Thanks Bobby, great post
You look fab…
What a story Bobby, you e inspired me to write my experience/story of losing my hair and finding a new lease of life wearing a wig x
Your wig looks amazing
Hi hun,You look fabulous and are a real inspiration!!!! Good for you and all the very best for the future!!!
Hugs,Paula B,XXX
Totally agree with all you’ve said. I get up in the morning, shower, put on my makeup, my glasses and my wig and I’m good for the day. I decided I wasn’t going to waste another second of my life fretting over hair!
Well you look great Bobby.
I have alopecia and still have a lack of confidence because like you, my hair was my crowning glory.
You sound really buoyant though and makes me realise that at 75 i need to get myself together. Ive been with Simply Wigs for ages and have always found them great to deal with
Good luck to you Bobby
Unlike you I was never blessed with thick hair although I did have a full head of very fine hair which was tortured with various perms and fancy cuts in the 60s and 70s. Luckily I haven’t suffered from cancer but I have inherited alopecia from my paternal grandmother who herself wore a wig. I’ve been through all the trying unsuccessfully to cover the bald patches and the hated visits to the hairdressers although now luckily I’ve found a lovely mobile hairdresser who comes to my home. I found a local hairdresser who also deals with wigs and got a consultation my first two wigs from there. There’s been no stopping me since; having never been able to colour my hair because of a reaction to the dyes I can now have any colour and pretty much any style I want so wig wearing has become fun for me. I also have a doctor’s diagnosis of alopecia so can claim back the VAT and my hairdresser is as excited as I am about styling the wigs I already have.