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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.
When I was young I questioned my mom about the part in my hair that wouldn't cooperate with the rest of my hair. She told me it was called a cowlick, (which isn't wrong!) and that when I was born a cow came and licked my head!
I used to believe that a mustache was just very long nosehair. I was disgusted when I read a book that said, "Santa stroked his long, curly, mustache." I thought that touching a mustache was grosser than picking your nose!
I used to think that when you cut your hair short it curled. My mom had just gone from long hair to the very popular short afro-style perm - late 70s - hair do. I tried to apply this theory to ALL my barbie dolls, but it didn't work.
I had a book about puberty when I was little that said how you go pubic hair without explaining what it was. It also had a series of pictures of girls getting older, but in it the girl in the picture's hair went from dark to light. I was convinced pubic hair meant your hair went blonde, no matter how much my mum tried to convince me the pictures in the book were of different girls. That fear was my most traumatising thing about puberty. That there were grown ups with dark hair didn't seem to penetrate at the time.
I used to think if you hung out with somebody who had nice hair, your hair would become as pretty as theirs- it would change color and style and look like theirs. I also used to talk to my hair to inspire it to look like their hair, but I guess it was never inspired.
Don't worry, I don't to it anymore.
I used to think that bleaching your hair meant washing your hair with toilet bleach.
I used to be horribly scared of people (inretrospect, men) with beards of any kind. They all looked quite scarry to me. I believed that they were all 'bad'.
My aunt had several kids, all older than me, and one of them, to this day, has a long, unkept beard. His brothers used to give me a water gun and convince me to go downstairs to the basement and 'shoot' their bearded brother.
I got over my fear when he gave me a plush bunny rabbit and let me in to his room (which I still have today).
I used to believe that you could naturally have dark hair with blonde streaks.
When I was younger, my cousin was answering a question for my younger cousin on what color her hair was. I used to have light blonde hair but it had gotten darker. My cousin told the little one that her hair was blonde. I then asked what color mine was. She told me that my hair was "dirty blonde," which I thought she was saying that my hair wasn't as clean as other's hair was. I was so upset I started crying and ran into the house. My cousin had to sit me down and explain to me that "dirty blonde" was a color and that my hair was not dirty.
When i was little i sucked on my hair and my parents friend told me that i would get a hair ball in my stomach and i would start coughing up hair.
I was bald until I was almost 3 years old. My older brother was always worried about my baldness and often asked my mother about it. My mother always assured him that I would get hair someday soon.
We had a small fire in our house when I was still young, and still bald. After the fire was put out by firefighters, the fireman took off his helmet to wipe the sweat from his brow. My brother immediately started crying. My mother tried to assure him that the fire was out and everything was okay. "No Mom, look! That man doesn't have hair and he's old!. Kim's never going to get hair, is she?"
i used to constantly chew on my hair untill one day my parents told me that it will get wrapped around a taste bud (i know that happens) but after i thanked them because i had an epiphany that all along while i was chewing my hair strands were coming off in my mouth and had began to form a HUGE ball in my stomach that was making me sick! later on in life i realized that it was just the flu
I used to think that rat tails—those weird little long pieces of braided hair stemming out of an otherwise short haircut—were a disease! They just looked so unnatural to me, and when I was in second grade and I saw this boy on the playground who had one, I ran away from him for fear of "catching" his rat tail. I would constantly stare at the backs of people's necks, worrying that they were beginning to catch it and soon a big ugly rat tail would sprout out, and I wanted to ask my parents if a cure for rat tails had been found yet but I was too scared!
It wasn't until around sixth grade that it finally dawned on me that it was just a very bizarre style choice.
When i was little, my grandpa told me that his hair fell out because when he was a little boy he put curlers in his hair and made them too tight.
when i was little id be sittin on the arm of our loveseat facing the tv, looking at all the girls and wishing i was as pretty as them. i would ask god why i couldnt be like them. one of the main reasons i was so frustrated with myself was becuz i wanted no bangs like all the pretty highshcool girls did. i thought that you were either born with bangs or without..i didnt realized that they could be grown out. i thought i was an unfortunate one :(
I live by the sea, and we all know that salty water makes your hair curlier. I have natural curly hair, and I always thought that the poor people far away from the sea have flat hair and if you live by the sea and have flat hair is because you don't like the beach. HUH????
I remember being in the 3rd grade, and my older brother was in the 7th grade. He was older then me, so *of course* he knew everything. While at school oneday, I saw a girl in my class and her hair was long, eventho it was extremely short the day before! I just couldnt figure out how she got her hair long so fast. I asked my brother about it, and he told me that their mom stretched their hair. I believed that for a long time too!
I eventually learned about weave, lol. :]
My girlfriend used to believe that shaving cream would actually let your hair fall out. (She didn't realize her mistake until I told her - she was 25 at the time...)
once my mom and a friend of hers were suntanning with their arms up behind their heads and I made a connection between their not-too-recently shaved armpits and the radio next to them.I thought that women had speakers there since I saw a resemblance.I still wonder...
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