skinShow most recent or highest rated first.
My best friend as a kid was goofing around on a skateboard on my driveway and took a nasty spill. I didn't see how badly he was hurt, as I immediately ran to get my mum. She fixed him up and took him home, and told me that he had "ripped his lip" or something like that. I assumed she meant that his lips had entirely come off, and asked to see them.
when i was little, like when you actually understand what your mom was saying, she told me if i didn't eat all my food at dinner time i would get freckles!?
when my coloured friends daughter was much younger, she used to think that she would turn completely white like most of her friends as she gets older. She used to say things like, "When I turn white I'm going to be a popstar." Bless her, she's older now and just looks back and laughs!
My sister once asked her mother why she didn't paint her black....
My neighbor used to believe that if her grandma touched her, she would get dirty. Her grandma's indian colored and she thought that her grandma didn't bathe very much so she was dirty.
My mom's sister used to always pinch her when they were kids, just to annoy her. One day my mom started crying and told her mom, and her mom told her sister that if she pinched her she would get a tumor. My mom used to cry all the time because she thought she had a tumor because of this.
When i was little and i stayed in the bath too long and my fingers got wringly i would think i was turning into a old man. So i would jump out of the bath and start crying.
my sister, when she was really little, didn't understand that people were different colors and why we were and everything. So she would call her friend Leslie "chocolate colored". When my mom asked her if that meant that she was "vanilla colored" she said No Mommy! We're pink!
I used to think if a moth landed on you , you would get a mole.
When I was about 3, we went to my friend's birthday party. She was African American, and my mom and I were about the only white people attending the party. I looked up at my mom and asked "Are they made of chocolate?".
When I was probably 4 or so my stepdad's younger adopted brother told me that if I touched a black person that the color would rub off on me. This made me terrified and I didn't want to touch anyone with darker skin than mine. He even supported this lie by saying that's why black people have light colored palms, they rubbed all the color off. It wasn't until I was almost in High School before I finally realized this was all a lie!!
When I was little (about 4 or 5), I had lots and lots of freckles across my face. I hated them and complained about them a lot because I looked like a dork. My mom, in order for me to tolerate them, told me that 'freckles' were kisses from God and he kissed me so much that they show up.
I believed it for the longest time.
I used to think that the small, brown flecks that appear on random places of the skin would eventually get bigger and bigger until I was completely brown.
When I was about 5 years-old, my mom told me that every birthmark was a kiss from an angel.
After that, I honestly wondered why an angel would bother kissing me on the inside of my elbow.
I used to believe we are all different colors. Now I know we are just different shades of melatonin. So we are all ONE pigment, but some have more and others have less.
When I was really young, around 4 or 5 an older friend told me that his sister was going to have plastic surgery to fix something on her face. for the longest time I wondered what would happen if the plastic tore...
see, I thought that she was actually using plastic to fix her face!!! How silly I was!
When i was in my early teens my friend and I always made fun of how white I was, so one day i was teasing her about a huge birthmark she has that streches along her right leg. She looked me straight in the eye and told me that that part of her was mexican thats why its like that. I about died laughing.
When i was little i believed if i picked the scab where my injection had been it would not work as it was supposed to!! how silly was i!!
My little sister used to believe that people with brown or black skin were made out of chocolate. I assume she also thought people with white skin were made of vanilla.
I was about five or so when I asked my dad what that mark on the back of his neck was. He told me it was a mole. For a while, I believed that mark used to be a mole (rodent) that attached to my father's neck one day