There was a time in my life when I had thin, fine, long, curly hair. It is now thinner by at least 50%, finer, curlier, and shorter - because it falls out before it can grow. The hairs that stay taper into invisibility. In the photo below my bangs are actually below my nose, you just can't see the bottom three inches because it's so fine.
You know, my hair. I've mentioned it before.
(A particularly bad photo. My face is as lopsided as Sarah Huckabee Sanders. And she has great hair to counter it.)
There was a brief shining moment in which I had really healthy hair - and it was because I was between MS drugs, so it wasn't worth the payoff.
A friend at work knows all the hair replacement ins and outs, and she brought in one of her now-discarded wigs for me to try on.
I always thought that if I was going to go Wig, I'd go Big. Massive piles of big luscious hair.
And I will tell you why. Because I look odd. I've been trying to analyze why I look so odd. I think that usually, my pitiful hair halo must distract the viewer from everything else that is wrong with all my other hairs. Eyebrow hairs? Way too much eyebrow filler. Eyelash hairs? Utterly gone - so much so that there isn't much for the mascara to hang on to. And the 55 year old lady fuzzy face hair? All there.
However, I was pleasantly surprised by my good-natured face, and the fact that even given the Worst Photo Angle Ever With The Photographer Positioned Below You The Horror, I don't look too fat. Growing gracefully into my baggy grandma eyes and crepe neck. Just hairless in the wrong spots and too artificially hairy in the right spots.
Gary did not react well to the photo. ("You look like you have a raccoon on your head. This is as bad as the Brazilian ten years ago.") Friends in the office unanimously said it was too much hair for me to handle. Friend #3 tried to convince me I could pull it off if I pulled it back, so it would seem like less hair. (Friend #3. She has gorgeous thick straight hair.)
Hm, I thought, maybe I've been wrong. Maybe I should try a wig with less hair. Then I remembered, Mom... she had fine hair too, and I still have the wig she had in the late sixties. Maybe she got a wispy wig that would be appropriate for a baby-haired lady.
My Mom, Angie Dickinson.
So, the struggle continues. Evidently there are many other options out there. Perhaps the Bumble and Bumble Textured hairspray that arrives on Monday will be the answer.