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I used to believe that if you ate off of others people plates or their left-overs they would get diahhrea, so i would always cry when someone tryed to eat my leftovers or off my plate in fear they would get diarehea
My older sister told me when I was young (so it had to be true) that we had a propeller in our stomaches that spun really fast and chopped up our food. So when our stomaches were empty, the blades rubbed the sides and is what made that grumbling sound.
I used to believe that God lived inside you, like there was a real person inside of you,and that he ate the food that you had already eaten
When i was younger, i used to think that you had to eat tooth paste, not spit it out after, as i thought the tooth paste got digested and the nutrients went to your teeth.
I used to think that I had to be very careful and eat on each side of my mouth equally or my teeth would grow to be lop-sided.
my parents used to tell me if you ate raw carrots,you would vomit your intestines.
I used to believe there were mice in my stomach that ate what I ate. I hate that story !!! I used to believe that till I was 9 years old.
a few years ago, because im only 12 i used to belive that when i ate heaps and my stomach got big, i used to burst into tears and think that I was pregnant
My older brother once explained to me how he thought digestion works. He said that there are little men in our stomachs and when we eat, the men pack up the food in boxes. They stack the boxes really high, and then when the stack reaches our mouths, we burp, and the stack disappears. So the men would start another stack of boxes.
Not only that, but my brother would wiggle his fingers on his tummy, sort of in a tickling motion, to make the men work faster.
He could believe whatever he wanted, but he couldn't convince me!
when i was around 5-7 years old, i used to believe that if i eat too much my stomach would explode.
My younger brother thought for the longest time canker sores were called "Sweet Bites" ...because when he ate something sweet it would sting.
I used to believe a man lived in my stomach with a blender. and he would put all the food I ate into the blender. if i threw up it was because he spilt the blender. i would get really mad at him sometimes.
I used to believe that after eating vegetables, you should not drink water. Because one day, a plant will grow and flowers will flood your mouth. Lame right :P
When I was a child none of my food could touch or get mixed up on my plate. Everything had to be sectioned off neatly. I firmly believed that every food had its own compartment in your stomach. Hamburgers had the hamburger department, corn had the corn dept. and so on. I was convinced that if your food got mixed up and you ate it that way, it would not know where to go. The food would forever rot in your stomach and you would die. I was a very strange child!
i used to think that when you ate food it would go in your stomach and when you ate the rest it would fit back together just like a puzzle and then it would come out in that shape. i found out i was very wrong when i expected to find curly crap when i ate a cinnamon roll.
I used to believe that a little gnome lived in my tummy with a camp fire and a cupbored and that if i drank water it would put his fire out, so i would have to eat a chip with ketchup on the end ( looking like a match) to light it again. and if i didnt eat for ages, he would just get a chip out of the cupbored and eat it.
you know how when you choke on your food people say it went down the wrong drain er whatever? well i used to believe that in my throat were two slides and there were little soldiers guarding each one and they told the food which one to go down. So when i choked they were slacking off. I can still see this image perfectly in my mind.
When I was younger, I somehow got it into my head that there were a whole bunch of little compartments in my stomach. I thought that there was one for every different kind of food that I ate. And I thought that there was alittle man inside of me who organized and guarded everything for me. I didn't realize it was wrong until I saw a picture of a human stomach, and there were no compatments. I even used to make sure not to mix foods and eat everything seprately so that the man would have an easier job.
I used to believe that your stomach had four compartments. Two for solid food and main meals and such. One for drinks. And one for dessert. This is how I figured I could always eat so much and still have room for dessert. Surprisingly enough my stuffed horse told me that it isn't true. I have to go now. I have a phsychiathrist appointment.