There are days when I am tempted to become a beauty blogger (in part so I can sing the praises of Besame Cosmetics - love their lipsticks and their crimson cream rouge is wonderful, wonderful stuff), but overall I'm sure it would require me to break my cardinal rule of No Photos Online.
You know, I've been online since what, 1991? And I've managed to keep the number of photos of me down to about 5, and nearly all are professional in one way or another (whether they are about writer Sidra, or lawyer Sidra, or whatever).
Why have I bothered? Well, plenty of reasons, but first and foremost, I'm a feminist, and when I say "I don't appreciate being policed or having my appearance made a point of argument," what I really mean is "this world is so stupid that we actually gauge the merits of people's ideas based on their looks". That's like the "I have an owl, your argument is invalid" memes. And I object so strongly to that idiocy that I will not enable it.
Dying to decide what kind of person I must be based on my looks? Well, your loss, if you've never met me in person. Consider reading me instead. Trying to divine my character or capability based on a headshot is stupid.