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I thought that the spf (sun protection factor) on sunblock was what percentage of the sun it blocked out. I figured if you were wearing 100 spf sunblock you would be immune to sunburns
I used to think only White people could get sunburned!
I remember when I was young my grandmother said don't turn the water on to hot or I would scaled myself. I thought by this that it would be so hot my skin would melt off and there would be nothing left but bones
I used to believe that because I had no birthmarks on my body, I was a robot. I would sit there looking and looking for birthmarks, and then cry when I couldn't find any because I didn't want to be a robot.
I used to believe the blue veins in my wrists was marker, so I would always scrub really hard to get them off when I washed my hands.
My parents and I are white. But, I have a mole completely covering my belly button. I always told my parents that I was half black. My mom would say..."yes...you are."(sarcastically) But I believed it for a long time!
I used to believe that deodorant stung the skin of kids too young to need it.
When I was younger, I used to believe that gremlins and fairies would come into my room while I was sleeping and melt chocolate chips on my face which explained my freckles.
When I was in upper elementary school I would always want to use my moms shower so that I could use her Victoria Secret body wash that smelt amazing. I read the bottle and noticed it said "for external use only" for the longest time I believed this meant "for eternal use only". I stopped using her body wash in fear that I would not be able to use it eternally...I was not sure what would happen if I didn't use it forever but I was not about to find out!
I was told that the skin of a man renews itself seven times during life. When having a bath, I was afraid of washing "too strong" as I had the feeling that this was removing one of the seven skins and I thought I would not have enough skins for an entire life.
My daughter belived that she was getting old because she had brown spots (freckles) like an old banana
When I was little, I thought bruises were sacks of pain underneath the skin, and the only way to get rid of them was to release all the pain. To release the pain, I pressed on my bruises. I had a lot of bruises.
I used to believe that my sister had drawn a birth mark on my other sisters back with an eyebrow pencil. I spent years trying to wash it off in the tub. We still laugh about it.
I believed that if a white person touched a black person (or vice versa), they both would switch skin colors.
When I was little my grandfather had a wart on his thumb. He called it a planters wart. I asked him why and he said that if you play outside and don't wash your hands then a little seed would take root in your skin and grow a plant that would sprout into a little tree. Hygene got better for me but I got obsessive-compulsive about skin.
I used to believe that my freckle on my hand was because I drew on my hand with a permanent marker. When i was about 7 or 8 i said to my mom how do i wash this marker off she then corrected me.
My poppop told me that the reason I had freckles was because flies came in and pooped on my face at night. I believed him for years. :(
After my dad had a 2 inch section of skin cancer removed from his shoulder, it was of course stitched up. I had always thought it was a caterpillar on his shoulder.
I used to believe everyone had outlines.
I believed that if you wash your hands long enough... they'll turn into gold! I washed until my hands started to bleed...I was a bright kid.. yeah...
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