I don’t wear makeup.  Occasionally I’m smug about that fact, particularly when I walk past the makeup aisle and see the prices, but mostly it has no bearing on my life whatsoever.  To each their own, right?

Sometimes I wish I did wear face paint, because people who do can do some really incredible things, but I hate not being able to touch my face.  And how does lipstick not drive people bonkers?  I have a sneaking suspicion that I am just not grown up enough to handle makeup, despite my high school flirtation with blue eye shadow.

Despite my bare face, I don’t entirely leave my appearance unattended.  I do dye my hair.

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