Growing up, my idols were Audrey Hepburn and Grace Kelly — delicate, poised, and the epitome of class and femininity. I read quotes by men that told me that to truly be feminine, a woman must retain some mystery. What I knew this really meant is that women needed to hold back the unpalatable parts of ourselves. Men didn’t need to know that women farted, bled, burped, pooped, or peed. Even our sneezes, apparently, needed to be small, delicate, and cute. Once, I sneezed at work. A male coworker turned to me and said, “You’ve got a very loud sneeze for a woman.” I was mortified.