I’m writing this post to pay homage to my wigs. Yes, you read that right.
We don’t appreciate them enough. They work so hard to be who we need them to be. They fight for our attention in the store, suffocate in packaging until we get them home, and let’s not forget the fact that we often comb and brush them with regular tools and not wig brushes. Poor things. Imagine how they feel when they lose hairs because of us and then we toss them in the garbage like they did something wrong.
Dear Wiggy (yes, some of us name our wigs),
For so long you have tried to be the apple of my eye, the wind beneath my wings, the… you get the point. I want to thank you for covering my grays, holding me down when I’m too lazy to do my hair, and for making me look like a million bucks on a good day. It’s because of you that I can go from long to short and short to long in the blink of an eye. When it rains, you stand up and fight for my beauty. When I am out having fun, you hold on for dear life so I don’t look like a crazy person. And my real hair loves you even more for protecting it from the stress of life. You’re like a vacation for my roots. Thank you for all you have done and for all you do. Hugs to you!
P.s. I promise to treat you to a spa day with a wash and set in my bathroom sink. You deserve it.
Your human mannequin