body parts

This one's about my sister: She used to think her belly-button was going to burst open,and like unravel.She'd constantly cry about it.

I used to think i had the beginning stages of cancer as a little kid, because when I would wash my hair a little of my hair fell out. I guess I thought this because all the people i knew who had cancer had all there hair fall out. I didnt realize it was the treatment not the cancer that made hair fall out.

I used to think people got armpit hair for each bad thing they did. So I thought Richard Simmons was an evil men and threw away my mum's workout tapes to save her.

I have a beauty mark on the back of my neck that zig zags about an inch long. My wom used to sew dolls and bears for me and I watched her. I thought my zig zag was the stitching God made after putting my "stuffing" in. I thought everyone had them. It was a long time before I realized what it was.

I have a light brown birthmark on the outside of my left calf. For years I was convinced that was where my mother spilled coffee on me when I was a baby.

When I was about 7, I guess, I spilt some warm tea down myself. I was wiping it off and noticed a light brown mark on my leg on the inside of my knee. Well, it was tea coloured and I’d never noticed it before so I kept wiping it and for years afterwards I believed the tea had stained me! Now I know it’s a birthmark but it took years to figure out it wasn’t tea. It still think it’s funnier being a tea stain.

Once I learned about skin color, I couldn't believe that my mother wasn't white. I'm brown and I swore that my mother was white. Later on I learned that she was just "light skinned."

when i was tiny (5-7) i belived that if your tummy groled your bellybutton was the one grolling.

This is not my belief, it's my little cousins.

As a child he believed he had a uterus. We tried to explain that only girls had them, and that he had a uvula. He said no, he had both. We couldn't convince him otherwise.

When I was about 5 years old, I used to believe that if I blinked, I would miss what was happening. So if I had come to an important part in a television show, I would hold my eyelids open until the part was over.

When I was about 5, I was living in Georgia. We were getting ready to move and some gentlemen from the moving company were helping pack everything up. Well my mom walked in on a conversation I was having with an employee. I was telling him that I couldn't wait to grow up so I could have dark black skin like his. I thought it was pretty.

I have brown eyes, but my younger sister has blue eyes. When she was born I used to believe that there eas a store for me to have my eyes color changed. So there was I time I kept on asking my mother to take me there so I could have blue eyes.

I used to believe that black people were white people covered in chocolate and put in the fridge for a few hours

When I was like 6 my mom got some black marker on her hand and she though i'd be funny to tell me she was turning black. I cried and screamed "you can't be black you're my mom, you're suppose to be white" for an hour.

My mom told me that when somebody said, "shake your booty" it meant "shake your foot". She also said that my nightmares would come true if I didn't tell anyone.

I used to think that when a hair fell out of your har and than you ate it, it would grow back.