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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 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.
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.
i used to believe that boys had three balls and everyone had the same birthmark as me on their wrist.
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.
I used to believe that you could take out your teeth like dentures. I watched my grandma take her dentures out, and I tried pulling on my gums. I was disappointed when my teeth wouldn't come out like my grandma's!
After my Grandpa got cancer I accidentally slammed my elbow on a counter. It hurt so bad that I was sure I had cancer too. So, when no one was around I would stick my arm in the microwave to treat it.
Growing up in a predominaely french family, most of the adults i came into contact with wore dentures. So i thus came to believe that the only people who wore dentures were french. I was shocked as a young adult to see my first non french person who wore dentures.
When I was around 10 and was finally starting to grow boobs, (yes they were mosquitoe bites, but they hurt like HELL!) I thought that I was getting breast cancer. Of course I was too embarrased to ask about it, so this went on for about a year. I actually thought that because one side was growing more, and hurt more than the other, that I definitely had cancer on that side.
When I was young I believed that little cartoon mice lived in my head and controlled my body... For example, when I went to sleep my dreams were either acted out by them or they would play a movie for me. Or, when I had to go to the washroom it was because they traveled down my body and turned on a tap.
My parents convinced me when I was little that I once had a tail and that I had gotten it removed. Mostly my mother. We both have a unique personality, but that was just mea.
I used to believe that I'm the prettiest girl in the world, people will always tell me that when I was young....
Every night my father would come upstairs to say goodnight, and when he would go he always ‘hit’ his head against the wall. I used to believe that he was just being stupid and never learn and I would laugh at him, but when I was about nine years old my father finally told me his trick; he hit his arm against the wall. I was a smart kid, yup.
i used to believe that the inside of our bodies were made from metal and that our stomachs were small trash compactors and our hearts were batteries. my mother had to buy me an anatomy book to convince me otherwise.
I believed that whatever you did to one hand (or side of your body) that you needed to do the same thing to your other hand / side so you would "stay even." Because the side of you that didn't get the special treatment would be jealous!
I wanted people to shake both hands, not just one. And I "painted" my nails with marking pens by doing one thumb, then the other, then both index fingers, etc.
When I was about 3 or 4, there was a woman who lived next door to me who had only one leg. One day I asked her where the other one went and she told me that it hurt so she took it off.
She had a Boxer, those dogs that have no tails, and I asked her if she took off her tail because it was hurting her, too.
My history teacher is extreamly laid-back and we never do much work on Fridays. One day the whole class was sitting around talking when my teacher opens his phone to read a text message and then says "Wow! My boy is 23 inches long!" I went the whole day very upset that my teacher would say such a vulgar thing to his students.
I then realized that he was talking about his son who was born about 2 months earlier. I couldn't believe myself.
I played with Barbies all the time as a little girl, and their lack of nipples led me to believe that my own nipples would fade when I grew up.