I do all sorts of things that would have some question my feminist credentials - I wear make up, shave my legs, wear high heels. Hell, I even took my husband's name after marriage.
However, I am a feminist. I would not accept anyone telling me I'm not. The world needs more women who identify as feminist, and I doubt there are many 'perfect' feminists out there. It is virtually impossible to be, when operating, as an autonomous individual, within the confines of the patriarchy.
Feminism is about choice, and although I have made choices which are undoubtedly unfeminist - even anti-feminist - I am still a feminist. I have, and do, wrestle with my choices. I question myself, and ask myself why I am doing certain things, and often I am not particularly happy with the answers I come up with.
But I don't think it's a case of handing back your feminist badge, and donning your pinny instead, if you realise you have 'failed' on a certain count. You still get to be a feminist.
Apologies for the number of time I have used the word 'feminist', or variation of, in this post. 