The first time I wore a wig to a doctor's appointment, I spent the whole car ride convinced it was shifting. You couldn't see a thing. I just had this creeping feeling that something up there had moved half an inch, and I kept tilting my head down and looking up slowly at my reflection in the window (which tells you nothing, by the way, you just look suspicious). When we got there I went straight to the bathroom and checked. It was completely fine.

Most of that panic came from not…