For most families, a summer Saturday does not include a two hour drive to a wig shop. But for Megan's family, it did. She became worried that after her chemo this week, that she wouldn't be up to a long trip and didn't want to find herself wigless and bald. Her and her husband packed up the girls and off they drove. The store was called A Plus wigs. Obviously a marketing tactic to be first in search engines or phone books but the experience did not score a passing grade. Being waited on by a senior curmudgeon, Megan considered leaving until the sweeter clerk began helping.
There were times while Megan adorned one wig after another that she would tear up at the foreigner staring back at her. It was unsettling for her to see herself change so dramatically and the choice of changing was not hers to be had. This was happening one way or another.
She settled on two wigs that were not awful, yet not perfect either. Would there be perfection in this process? Finally, she decided to hold off on the synthetic mops and instead switched her focus to turban, scarves and hats. A much more enjoyable process that offered comfort and vibrant colors. She wondered if she even needed a wig. Maybe she would be the kind of confidant woman who embraced her au natural self and wore nothing while walking with swagger. Maybe she just needs to find another wig shop!
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