I like being a feminist because it means if the house is a state it's no my fault any more or less than it's DH's fault.
I love being a feminist because it helps me reject the scripts that are projected on me by the patriarchy: appearance is one example, by no means the only one, but it's pertinent at the moment because just yesterday I found myself picking up the dog leash and thinking "yes, I am going out in these shorts and this tank top even though I look neither glam nor polished: it's 40C outside and I'm 37 weeks pregnant, and no, I haven't shaved my legs because I can't bloody well reach without breathing in, and it's uncomfortable, so sod it, if and when I shave my legs, it's for my own pleasure, and no one else's."
The weekend was a long-weekend over here (Independence day) and DH had monday and tuesday off. He grew masses of stubble and I doubt he ever thought "I should shave this so that I am more aesthetically pleasing, before I go outside." Because he's not expected to be aesthetically pleasing and decorative first and foremost - he's a man, and is expected to be other things within the patriarchy (many of them toxic) - but he is at least allowed to slob off grooming when it's uncomfortably hot. I had to earn that allowance for myself, by fighting off the Patriarchy On My shoulder - and Feminism gave me that confidence.
ramblerambleramble... long way of saying Feminism gave me enough outrage at the injustices in the world for me to become brave, and some of that courage involves saying to the world: Here I am, I'm good enough as I am, take me as I am - or sod off