After spending a week at a conference in Denver that felt like Burning Man meets business for women, I came back changed—sequins, leopard print, monk robes, and all. I went in stretched to my limits, from packing last-minute Amazon deliveries and experimenting with blue mascara, to walking into rooms alone where I’d never felt so out of place—or so alive. Every outfit became a new initiation. What started as discomfort turned into expansion. I realized that how we show up—from hair to heels—s...