Vanity runs deep in me. From plucking hairs off my face to choosing clothes that flatter my body, I do care about my appearance. I admit I stare at my reflection and judge myself everyday.
However, my usual daily routine is showering and running to work with wet hair, and no make-up. This is not because I choose to be "fresh faced". I just happen to be hopeless and awkward with glamour.
My attempts at wearing cosmetics to improve my appearance are disastrous. I might as well just walk around with toilet paper attached to my shoe or keep food between my teeth.
I do think appearance enhancement is wonderful. The ability to do it well just escapes me. It has taken me years of embarrassing experiments to accept defeat and come to terms with my inaptitude with beauty products.
So yes, what you see is what you get with me. Wrinkled, porous skin, grey hairs and the rest of it. As I age I am becoming comfortable and confident in my body. Good thing I am my harshest critic.