Wearing Wigs Gave Me Freedom From the Shame of Mental Illness
And then there were the wigs: exercises in risk-taking, rejections of my boring and shame-consumed past self.
Gone with the Wind
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There’s a part of me that is overwhelmed by the possibilities, by the fact that I finally look the way I used to only imagine I might.
When I first meet a client, I usually remove whatever wig I happen to be wearing, and the tension settles.
In art, I was seeing the world. Yet, the entire time, I could not name a single Indian artist in my family’s homeland.