Unvarnished

I don't wear makeup.

Never have. (Except for that one misguided Junior Miss moment, and a few incidental turns on stage.)

That's me last night, sitting in bed and reading Shamim Sarif's terrific Despite the Falling Snow.

I don't know how I ended up with such a deeply rooted resistance to mainstream culture. But I'm glad for it.

I know that many women are happy with their makeup and the way it makes them feel as they move through the world. It's their choice, and fine by me.

But there are SO many things I'd rather be doing with the time (and money) that a makeup routine would take. So my choice is to walk through the world "as is."

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