Yeah, so, today was the first day I wore one of my wigs in public.
I’ve been worrying that my wigs look like wigs, and that I will walk outside and everyone will think, “Who is she fooling? That’s wig.” And then they will stare at me or possibly try to snatch my wig off my head and run away with it, because apparently I think people are going to bully me like I’m in a middle school again.
I had a few doctor appointments at Kaiser, so slapped on my Jolie wig and headed out the door. I don’t wanna brag, BUT my old hair (my real hair) always gets a lot of compliments at Kaiser. All the nurses and receptionists love my hair. They comment on it every time. They love the red, and they love the cut. The last couple of times their compliments were bittersweet, because I knew that my hair was going to go bye-bye.
I walked in to Kaiser in my wig, and as I was getting on the elevator a Kaiser employee said, “I love your hair. The color looks really great on you.” Instead of pretending it was my real hair, and saying thank you like a normal person, I immediately blurted out, “It’s a wig!”
Ugh. Such a dork.
Of course, I didn’t stop there. Apparently, I need to share my life story: “This is my first time going out in my wig, so your compliment means a lot.”
“I had no idea at all,” she said, politely. “That’s a great wig. It looks amazing on you.”
I got off the elevator feeling so confident. I walked into the oncology department and the receptionist said, “You look so beautiful today.”
“It’s my wig!”
I never learn.
“It’s beautiful. You look like a model,” she lied. She works in the oncology department. I’m sure she sees thousands of wigs, and tells every single patient that they look like a model in their chosen wig. Still, it’s a nice compliment. I’ll take it.
I’m sure that the more I wear the wigs, the more confident I will get about wearing them in public. Unless I’m wearing this one, because I don’t think I’m fooling anyone with this wig.