Here is one story.

be me: early 20's , the slimmest/fittest/prettiest stage of my life, starting a new surgical rotation, first day was in clinic so came in wearing: smart well fitted suit, heels, very pretty makeup and hair

my opponent: social justice warrior - was the type of woman who resented any other woman who had not had to deal with the sexism she had, wore poorly fitted pants, button down shirt, hair in a neat braid, ZERO makeup and completely ungroomed brows/facial hair

On the first day we were standing around waiting for the chief surgeon to get to the clinic. I said "good morning" and she took that as an indication to rip into me for my poor clothing and makeup choices. She felt they were an affront to feminism and let me know it in no uncertain terms. Then the surgeon walked in. He looked at both of us for a few seconds and then came over to me and said "you will work with me" and then sloughed off the other woman onto the resident. He (the head surgeon). I think he only picked me because I looked nicer but he was a great teacher so I actually learned a ton. Each day it was the same. In a very short time I was no longer being chosen because I was better looking - I was chosen because I knew more/could do more. I feel like makeup opened that door for me but the hard work I did after that was what kept the door open.