I am not putting on makeup to go to the store. I am not putting on makeup, period. I can see makeup as art to my canvas. I am not hiding my greys. I am not boxoting the smile lines I earned. My hair does not define the person I am. Nor the color of my hair, or skin, or how glowing, or non-glowing my skin is. The only things I put on my skin are soap and coconut oil — straight from the cooking isle, generic section in a big tub, the value size.