Did I mention I have Alopecia? It’s my thing. I have a zillion wigs. I am always nervous that my wigs look like wigs, or worse yet…I have a vision of me, long flowing skirt, beautiful sky, perfect day, standing on the cliffs of Moher, when a gust of wind sends my hair flying off like some demented tumble weave.
What wigs do I pack? I need an extra suitcase! I have every color on Earth. I am going to so confuse all the front desk people in Ireland. I’m kinda liking the fact that I can be an anonymous new person with a new look wandering through my Irish days while there.
I figured an alopecia post was good, considering I’m opening myself up to others, to hell with pretending I’m normal ha. However I’m pretty sure it’s another aspect of my social issues. Alopecia is difficult to explain, people just assume you’re sick. I hate that part of it. Cancer is the worst thing ever, this is aesthetic, it sucks sometimes, but I am blessed it’s not worse.