belly buttons
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I used to beleive if your belly button came undone all the air would go out of your body and you would die.
I used to believe that potatoes grew inside my Belly Button - i can't remember why - but i believed it for a long time so kept on putting my finger inside my belly button making sure nothing was growing in there.
When I was little, my grandmother told me that my belly button is where all my skin was tied into a knot. I took her seriously and for almost a year I wouldn't touch my belly button, wash too close to my belly button in the bath, all in fear that if I touched it the "knot"/belly button would come undone, and all of my skin would fall off.
I used to believe that kids were born out of the bellybutton. I mean, that was the only logical explaination for why the bellybutton was on my stomach! Plus, my mom had a C-section n' told me how she had to get my brother taken out from there (and pointed to her stomach by her bellybutton) so what was I supposed to think!
I thought that my belly button was the place where bugs could get in and kill me. im so stupid!
When I was younger, I would always stick my finger in my belly button. But one day, my brother told me that ants would start crawling out of my belly button if I kept putting my finger in there! I never put my finger in my belly button again!
I used to think the scandalous part of wearing a bikini was that it showed your belly button, which I guess is actually true to an extent. But I thought the belly button was to a lesser extent, a "private part."
I used to think that if someone poked my belly button, it would open up. I would freak out when someone would poke my belly button. I have my mom to blame.
When I was young. I thought that if you touched your belly button, that yOu could transport anywhere in the world! So I kept prodding at my innie, hoping that I would be transported to Candy Land. I told all my friends and that poked at theirs and mine. Now, I have a little piercing in it of a candy to ring back the memories!!
My gran thought that if I got my bellybutton peirced I wouldn't be able to have children as they would need to feed off my umbillicle cord.
For ages after watching home alone, I believed that babys were born through the belly button & men only had belly buttons so they new where to pull there swimming trunks up to.
I remember being told that if I dug deep enough into my belly-button I would find loads of great toys to play with. I fully believed this and remember having a good digging session in my belly-button.
I never did find anything :(
I guess they were lying.
When i was little i used to believe that my belly button was called a telly button, so i would talk to it and it would talk back to me.
My friend used to believe that when a woman was pregnant, when it was time for the baby to come out, she just pressed her belly button and the baby just popped out!
I used to believe that my belly button was for putting salt in while in bed, eating fish and chips.
When i was younger, i used to pick my belly-button all the time, until my um caught me one day and said that if i picked it anymore my stomach would open up and id de-inflate like a balloon. I soon found this wasnt true.
i thought that outies were an on/off button
When i was little I asked my grandmother how we get belly buttons. She told me as a joke that when your born there is an indian that pokes your stomach and he makes a belly button. Haha. i believed it for a LONG time. haha.
I used to believe that if I stuck my finger or something into my belly button far enough it would reach all the way into my stomach.
I used to believe that your belly button held your skin together, and that if you "undid" your belly button, all your skin would fall off. Needless to say, I never let anyone go near my stomach. To this day I hate people touching my stomach, although I don't honestly believe my skin will fall off anymore.
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