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I once believe that if I poke my belly button it will become wider as I grow older, even my sister tells me that. But then, I notice out that it still has the same size just from before. Lol
I used to believe that babies came out of belly buttons
You know those giant Bullet Bills from old Super Mario games that would blow up and try to hit you in slow motion? They had angry eyes, etc?
Well, when I was a little girl, I used to imagine that those bullets would be moving around in my stomach, etc and when they would crash against a wall -- it would cause the hiccups.
My older brother used to tell me that if I "untied" it, I'd fly around the room like a balloon.
I used to think that your whole stomach was called a belly button, and that your whole midsection was part of it.
I used to believe that if you clean out the dirt from your belly button you would die. An adult told me that and I believed them. It made sense to me because I knew that's where the umbilical cord came from.
When I was young. I thought that if you touched your belly button, that yOu could transport anywhere in the world! So I kept prodding at my innie, hoping that I would be transported to Candy Land. I told all my friends and that poked at theirs and mine. Now, I have a little piercing in it of a candy to ring back the memories!!
When I was little, my brother told me that if he caught me and pushed my belly button...my legs would fall off.
My dad was a doctor; so I believed him when he told me that if I unscrewed and unscrewed and unscrewed my bellybutton, my butt would fall off. I still don't like my bellybutton to be touched.
when I was younger, my cousin never stopped playing with his belly button. my grampa once told him that if he continued doing it, his bum would fall off.
as a little girl, I believed my childhood best friend (alan) when he told me that my belly button could also write on the fence like his did - wink wink... i almost got a hernia trying to make my belly button poke out so i could spray/write my name on the fence. my mom asked me what i was doing and for some strange reason i wasn't allowed to play with alan anymore...
When my baby sister was first born (and I was 4), my older sister convinced me that she was an alein because she had an "out-ie" belly button
I wasn't sure to put this in sex or body parts, but whatever. My story is that I used to believe that girls covered their top because they were embarrassed to show their bellybutton. My sister and mother usually wore single-piece bathing suits, so I never was confused by two-piece bathing suits.
I grew up thinking babies came from their mommy's belly buttons! I literally thought your belly button would get big, the baby would crawl out, and then the baby would forget how to crawl again lol.
I was 12 or so before I had the "talk" and learned the truth.
My mom and husband still pick on me about this.
I used to think that if someone poked my belly button, it would open up. I would freak out when someone would poke my belly button. I have my mom to blame.
When I was 3, my Dad told me belly buttons were for filling with salt to dunk your celery in when you were eating it in bed.
my sister told me once when catching me playing with my belly button that if i poked it too much i would turn inside out. I was so scared i started crying thinking that i might of done it too much already when i asked her about this she just said "all we can do is wait and see" i was absolutely terrified that i was going to die and to this day i dont like touching my belly button, im 22.
When my mom was pregnant with my sister (I was about 3 1/2 or 4) I noticed that her normally innie belly button got flatter and more shallow as her belly grew. I assumed this was the purpose of a belly button- it was just twisted up extra skin that would unfurl to make room when the woman's belly grew when she was pregnant. I assumed men had them for the same reason they had nipples- decoration.
I was informed by my mother when i was young that if I scrubbed my belly button too hard in the bath, it would 'untie''. Until about the age of 12 I was wary of this situation.
I asked my dad (when he was naked after taking a bath) what his belly button was. He said that it was from where the Indian shot him with an arrow. It never occurred to me to ask where MY navel came from.