“My sister wears a wig. When she comes in to pick me up … TAKE IT OFF!” This is a semi-direct quote from my earliest pottery club memories that took place in my elementary school’s science lab which is closest to the heating furnace used to turn my clay pots and decor into ceramic. The conversations of my peers were not very interesting but one day the excitement was through the roof in a way that the event is logged like a cog in the memory machine. Although the wig stayed on the head of the elder sister, I still ponder why young children are so against wigs and fully for damaging their natural colors with chalk, spray-on dyes, and anything bleach.
Below is a spray-on temporary pink hairstyle and the other photo is a girl with a wig. Not only does the option of a wig appear better, but my dark cocoa-like hair also is not light enough to show up without bleaching the natural splendor first.
My mom says: “It is hair; it grows.” So even as a small child, I was allowed to have my hair as long, short, or styled however I wanted. As an Autistic toddler, I had knots in my hair, practically matted with adamant refusals to care for it on my part or get it cut, even by the most lovely hairdresser an autistic girl could ask for whom still cuts my hair to this day. I can still smell the detangler to this day, very good feminine granny smith apple smells but all the same glad those days are past me.
Everyone thought the wig was an impulse buy… if I feel like wearing it Mom and my brothers will ask me to take it off … this is highly touchy. I feel confident and beautiful in the wig, I do not wear it to work because I want to seem professional, yet at the same time, I want to dress the part of myself. Is my natural hair a keeper? Sure! Would I still like to have pink hair somedays, like how somedays people would like to wear make-up or sunglasses or just some accessory? Very definite YEAH!
The first time my brother saw me in the wig: “You are a bad person for purchasing it. You know wigs are for people dying of cancer right?” This is going toward (me) the girl who grew her hair out and donated the chopped-off bits to cancer patients (or bald in general), the young woman who bought an expensive tee-shirt to support leukemia warriors.
It does not feel fair for my family to fuss over my style. They say these things out of concern, a good place. When I go to a manic state of mind … well I dress like I work in the circus business. Outfits like mismatched socks, too many bracelets, more than one necklace, too high-heeled boots, just inappropriate stuff may seem bizarre and I always get weird looks from my family…
The only positive wig response I have ever had was from a perfect stranger who asked: “Wow that’s so cool is that your real hair?” They sounded truly impressed like they expected it to be my hair. I was wearing a white wig from Soul Eater for a Soul Evans cosplay that I was just wearing casually as a fashion statement.
What are your experiences with wigs? Good or bad? Or do you dye your hair? Or just natural?
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