As women, so much of our lives are spent curtailing the nasty, feral monster that lives inside us. We all swallow the satisfaction of squeezing a huge spot, pretending that the pop of a yellow head repulses us. We deny we’ve ever skipped a shower, claim we’ve never let our hair stay greasy for a second, third (and fourth) day in a row. We profess to have absolutely never picked our noses, or pulled at a scab just for the fun of it.