body parts

I didn't know what "cleavage" meant. I had never heard the word until seventh grade. I figured it out pretty quickly, but before that I thought "showing cleavage" meant wearing pants so low that your butt crack showed.

I had a mole on the inside of my armpit. I used to pick at it all the time. When I was about 4, I was riding in the car with my cousin, picking at my mole. He pointed out that if I rip my mole off, it will hurt more than anything, and I would bleed to death. That definitely made me stop picking at it.

i used to believe that "2-in-1" shampoo, which is actually conditioning shampoo, meant it was for washing your hair and your body. I tried that once and it gave me a rash, so for a long time after that I would tell my mom while shopping that I can't use 2-in-1 shampoo.
I still hate conditioning shampoo however... because it doesn't work as well as separate shampoo and conditioner ;) lol

My mom used to always tell me not to stay out in the sun too long or I'd get dark, so I made the genuis asumption that if the sun made you darker the moon made you lighter. For a whole summer I would play in the sun all day then wait until my parents fell asleep and sit outside for a few hours determined to "undo" the darker tone i gained from playing all day.

I used to believe that the soul was an actual physical organ of the body like the liver or the stomach.

It was yellow, and shaped like a lighning bolt. About 20cm long it sat just under the left brest.

I use to think that my whole entire Belly was my stomach, i never really thought about the other organs in my belly i just that it was one big stomach where all my food went.

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i have an innie, and my granpa told me that if you push your bellybutton it will make your belly all wrinkled like his and your belly button will close up, he had his removed after surgery and i did not know that. i thought it would be cool to be wrinkly so i was sat there, trying to do it but it just became sore.

I used to believe that if you drink a lot of water the bottom of your belly button will burst open and water will pour out of it. I Tried to do it but it did not work :)

I'm the youngest of 9 kids, all of us gingers. Every last one of us has bright red hair and freckles. I happen to be covered in more freckles than any of the others--I look as though I've been splattered with paint. As a child, my brothers and sisters used to call me names like "dot face" or "little dalmatian" to make me mad, so my mother told me the freckles were angel kisses and I had more than anyone.

One day when my sister made me particularly angry, I told her that the angels loved me more than her because they'd kissed me more times. She told me Mom lied to me and the freckles were actually demon kisses and I was getting more and more of them every day (it was summer and we had a pool, so I actually WAS getting more). She told me they'd come into our bedroom at night and kiss me to mark me as theirs and she had seen them do this.

I slept in my Mother's bed for 2 weeks before she got out of me why I was so terrified of sleeping. But I was unsure of whether my freckles were angel kisses or demon kisses until 3rd grade when a lovely teacher explained to me that, both unfortunately and fortunately, they are neither--just spots of pigment. Thank goodness for honest teachers!!

I had really long red hair when I was little and my Mother never let me cut it. Therefore, I did not have bangs. At school when I was in 1st grade, it was fashionable for the older girls to have bangs and poof them up. I thought for the longest time that you either A) didn't get bangs until you were more grown up (like boobs) or B) that you were either born with or without bangs and I was, unfortunately, born without them.

This belief was halted at age 8 when I got very sick of my long hair and chopped a huge hunk of it off, thus giving myself a very choppy version of "bangs".

Okay. For a while, up until last summer, I somehow thought I could get a deadly disease through my own blood or something, or maybe thought I could somehow pass a horrible disease to my guardians if they touched me and I was wearing an even-slightly-bloodied article of clothing. So I was afraid of my own blood, and the Time Of Month was even worse because of that. I was afraid to touch my own blood. Finally my guardian told me how futile it was to fear my own blood...I already know what's in MY blood.

I still do not like getting blood on things, even my own blood, but at least now I know a disease isn't gonna magically appear out of thin air if I get my blood on something.

When I was a very young child for some reason my mother told me that armpits were "private places" and I should never look at anyone's bare armpit. I grew up believing this and didn't realize it was not so until I was about fifteen. I've asked my mother several times if she remembers telling me that armpits were private, but she does not and denies ever saying something so ridiculous. To this day (I am 22 years old) I still get shy when I see a bare armpit.

The first eight years of my life were spent in a predominately white small town in Iowa. There were a total of about five minorities in my neighbourhood - my mother (Honduran), my best friend (Filipino), my other best friend (Japanese), and then there was the only black girl in my school. She and I never had classes together, but her first grade class and my first grade class would often get together and do activities. For some reason I was really fascinated by her. I knew that people tanned when they were in the sun and so I thought that her family must have lived somewhere REALLY sunny where they just tanned all the time. I also knew that when *I* tanned I had tan lines and that when I got undressed I'd see the white parts of my skin next to the darker shades of my skin. I truly believed that black people had tan lines underneath their clothes and I would spend so much time trying to take a glimpse beneath the girl's clothes to find those tan lines!

You know those little creepy, crusty things in the corners of your eyes when you wake up? I used to think that if I could find a VCR small enough, I could put my eye sleepies into it and watch my dreams.

When my sis was two years old, she used to believe that the hair strands that was on the house floor were hers.

She would carefully pick them up and put them on her head so that she wouldn't go bald. :)

When I was young, I couldn't figure out how my insides fit together. I finally decided that it was like the sky at night, very dark, and that my organs just floated around in there, like stars.