I came to a stand still today, as I gazed at my face in the mirror in the locker room of the gym.
As I washed my hands, I began to consider the possibility of removing my wig. I knew I had a bandana in my gym bag.
I opted out.
The first thing I would have to do is be aware and conscience about the fact that everyone who knew me would notice right away that I had no hair underneath that bandana.
The second thing I would have to deal with was the debate of putting the wig back on after the workout and walking out with my long black hair.
All in all , the thought certainly did cross my mind. It maybe lasted an entire 20 seconds.
I chickened out. I'll sweat under the wig for the time being, it seems simpler than confronting the reality of alopecia, for today, anyways.
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