Secrets You Can (and Should) Totally Keep to Yourself

The upside of social media is that it's connected us in ways we never could have imagined. The world seems infinitely smaller, and that can be a good thing in some ways. The downside? Social media has also trained us to leave nothing to the imagination. Instagramming your baby's birth, live tweeting first dates, and Periscoping while driving are not uncommon (I know, eye-roll), but listen up, ladies: you are not and should not feel obligated to share every single moment of your life online or with others.

Make like Supergirl and keep a bit of yourself to yourself, and play up that air of mystery that can be oh so intriguing. Stop the overshare and keep these seven secrets to yourself.

Not that sharing "your number" with your significant other is a bad thing, but the past is the past and it's totally OK if you want to leave all of your bad decisions where they belong.

Not everyone wants to be friends with their co-workers — sometimes you've gotta leave your job (and the people) at your 9-to-5. There's nothing wrong with that, but make sure if you're instituting a rule of "no co-workers" on your page that you stick to it as much as you can. A sensitive co-worker with an outburst of "why haven't you friended ME on Facebook!?" is probably not a situation you want to be in.

Declaring your medications may be required at customs, but being asked to divulge this info in everyday conversation is not polite. But hey — neither is name-dropping your meds to friends and acquaintances over cocktails. This one goes both ways.

Not even the DMV knows my real weight, so what makes you think I'd tell you? Rude.

If age ain't nothin' but a number, then why the constant concern about how old we are? This is especially true (and annoying) for women. Women of "a certain age" are referred to as . . . well, women of "a certain age" and are somehow seen as less than their younger counterparts. Sigh, if only a 40-year-old woman would be seen as desirable as a 40-year-old bottle of Bordeaux. While I may not have a vintage label slapped to my forehead, these "signs of aging," like laugh lines and wrinkles that are starting to emerge on my brow? They've been earned, my friends.

Asking someone how much they make? Rude. Asking someone how much they pay for rent? Equally as boorish, but it's more likely to be asked among friends and even strangers. I get it — times are tough (especially for those in high cost of living areas like San Francisco), so sharing how much of your paycheck is being blood-let to your landlord is almost cathartic. But out of respect, and to keep whatever pride your friends have left in their emotional bank accounts — don't ask, don't tell.