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I was told and actually believed that if my fringe hair covers my eyebrows, my eyebrows hair will drop and i would become eyebrowless.
When I was really small I had a horror of beards. I thought if a man failed to shave for a day or two, he'd be hopelessly caught in a tangle of hair, and like Bluto in the Popeye cartoons, would become an evil bully. I thought the two worst things about being male were 1) getting drafted, and 2) shaving.
I used to believe that all my friends who had bangs, were just born with them. Until about first grade when i said to my best friend, "i wish i had bangs like you" and she laughed and told me how the lady at the hair cut place cut them.
I used to think a mustache was just extended nose hair.
I used to watch bodybuilding competitions on TV. I used to believe that the bodybuilders were hairless because their huge muscles had grown up and over their body hair.
Iused to belive that my dad was bald becouse he burnt it of evry day. i was stupid.
My 4 year old son used to check every morning if I had properly shaved my beard. So, one day I asked him why he was so concerned ... and he told me that "you'll age and ... die if you let your beard grow"
When I was around 5 or 6, I really hated washing my hair. I always found ways to put it off. My mom would always say, "If you don't wash your hair now, when you go to sleep, I'm going to cut it all off!" and I would cry because I loved my long hair. I also knew she wouldn't do that, so she tried a different method saying, "If you always wash your hair, it will grow longer much more quickly." That got me.
When I was 14 I got one of those round brushes stuck in my hair. Well, after a hour trying to get it out, I got the bright idea that it would be easier to take out if I got it wet. Boy, after I took a shower with it did I realize how wrong I was. It made it so bad that I had to cut it out and so only half of my head now had hair. Needless to say the kids at school weren't very nice about my new do.
when i was little i used to chew my hair. i dont know why. one time my dad got sick of it i guess and told me somthing. he said with a super serous look on his face "if you keep doing that a ball will get bigger and bigger in your stomach and it will grow mold and they will have to cut open your body and take your stomach out.....i think ill take you to the docter so they can do that before it gets any worce" i was scared to death about that i never chewed my hair again, actully im scared if any hair gets near my mouth, i dont know if its true or not, but im still scared.......
I used to suck my hair when i was little so my Nan told me a girl died once cause the hair got tangled in her belly and there was no room left in there so she died. I still stop myself today thinking about that story!
I used to believe that when men grew beard hair it was really painful (how it pierced through the skin), but in keeping and maintaining a beard it demonstrated the toughness of the man and indeed their superiority over women. How right I was.
i was afraid to use my dad's hairbrush because i thought it would give me gray hairs.
I thought that when your hairs on your arm get really long and you have a lot of them is because I had so many on my arm because of liaing cuz i was a liar_o well
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When I was very young I had a habit of tossing my head to get my hair out of my eyes. My grandmother told me she knew a boy who did this and his head came off. I stopped immediately .
I am bald now and quite safe.
As a small child i had always had bangs all my life. Somehow i thougt that everyone in the world had bangs like me, and eveyone who didnt just parted them in the middle for some reason. somehow i just couldnt grasp the fact that people cold grow them out...I dont know why i thought this, but it continued for a long time, till i was about 10.
When I was 3, I got a lollipop stuck in my hair. I decided to fix the problem myself. So as I sat down to watch "Mr. Roger's" on TV, I began cutting the candy out. Half-an-hour later I realized I had completely cut all my blonde ringlets off on one side of my head. Scared, I quickly gathered all the hair off the floor and stuffed it under my bed. I was sure that if my mom didn't see the missing hair, she wouldn't notice.....
after she began screaming, I was shocked to find out that she did notice. apparantly the half-bald head gave it away....
my sister was 3 yrs younger than me and beleived that there was a secret to stop your hair ever going white (our mum was completely gray at age 35). i pretended to read the whole dictionary and Pears cyclopaedia until i found it.
i said it was to have 6 eggs cracked on your head by a blood relative, (ie me, of course) and let them dribble down all over your face and hair and neck without cringing, crying or complaining.
i sat her in a chair with the towel over her shoulders like at the hairdresser, and got as far as 2 eggs until my mum walked in and went ballistic
She didnt even see the funny side
When I was little, I used to believe that your hair was a huge wad inside your head, and that's how it kept growing. And that if you cut it too often you would run out of hair and become bald like your dad.
I used to believe there were two kinds of mustaches, the kind that grew on your upper lip and another kind that grew across the bridge of your nose right under your eyes and that was the kind suitable for curling and waxing. Hanna-Barbera gave me this impression.