I used to think beauty was shallow—something done for the male gaze, or worse, to distract from “real” accomplishments. But somewhere between binge-watching RuPaul’s Drag Race and revisiting feminist history, I realized: femininity is work. It’s skilled, intentional, and yes—sometimes a labor of love. This isn’t just about lipstick and lashes. It’s about reclaiming power through self-presentation, honoring the creativity in “frivolous” things, and making peace with the parts