Am I? What Am I?

With enough make up, and effort anyone can be anybody. I am the girl in both these photos. Other than the wig and make up, I'm wearing the same thing in both pictures. It blows my mind. Women do this everyday. They wake up with one face, put on another before going out into the world.They come home at night and take it off for bed.  A revelation. The words escape me. What is beautiful? What is beauty? Is it the person? Is it a quality? A choice? Perhaps. The beauty in both these pictures comes from choices. Do I fight with nature? How much cultivation does it take before the natural beauty is obscured? Our culture pits women 

against each other. Which one of these, 

which one of me is more 

beautiful? And why? Who would get the guy?