Knowing who I am comes from an internal rather than external image. The more secure I am in that image, the less I need to manipulate it.
At this point, my style is the result of accepting what time has wrought. No matter what you do, aging happens. You get lines around your eyes. Your features become less defined. So I use makeup to define them—to darken my lashes, add color to my cheeks.
To me, the good news came with turning 40—no, 50—because that's when I knew exactly how I wanted to look. When I was unsure of myself, I changed my style all the time. And then when I finally got it right, I settled happily into a kind of comfortable consistency.