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In fourth grade, the girls in my class all marched down to the guidance department for The Talk. You know the one: where an elder stateswoman spells out the near future when it comes to puberty and periods, with the hope of giving courage and dispelling misconceptions. (Mine was that menstruation lasted hours, not days. What? ) As we strode back to homeroom, someone broke into song, taking liberties with a Queen power anthem. “We are the tampons, my friends,” crooned the ragtag chorus parading down the hall. I wasn’t alone when it came to misconceptions about the body; for generations, women were taught to gloss over subtle signals or grit and bear the uncomfortable. Hormone swings beca... Full story

12 February