skin

I used to believe that fat/skin was cheese and you could just cut it off.

Emily

I used to get teased about my freckles at school. One day I told my aunt that I did not want my freckles anymore. She told me that she too had many when she was a child and she had got rid of them by putting powder on her face. I spent weeks putting powder on my face thinking they would until finally my parents made me tell them the reason of my strange habit.

Trevor

I was told that the skin of a man renews itself seven times during life. When having a bath, I was afraid of washing "too strong" as I had the feeling that this was removing one of the seven skins and I thought I would not have enough skins for an entire life.

Anon

My brother told me that vanishing cream would make my freckles disppear

Carol T.

i used to belive that if i had a spot on my skin i would not be allowed to go outside untill its gone. I wouldnt step out the house... Most times my parents had 2 carry me out

not saying

freckels are kisses from the sun

Ella

I used to believe that black people were made of chocolate.

The only black person I knew at the time, and until I was five years old, took care of me when my parents were at work. I thought she was the only black person that existed and that she was one of my mothers.

The first time I met another black woman I said, "I have a chocolate mom like you."

Dr. Ira Martel

When I was little I thought that permanent markers would stay forever on your skin too. So one day I took a yellow highlighter (they were shaped the same as permanent markers, so I thought they were the same) and I decided to make a small mark on my jaw. Now WHY, if I thought it would be there forever, would I do that? I have no clue. But I was really worried for days after.

YellowDot

I grew up very sheltered. I argured for over a year with my girlfriend about the coloring of African Americans bottoms. I told her that I had proof that they were white. The Coppertone Ads on Billboards proved it. One day while at our local park a young gal was there and we asked her. She showed us her butt to prove that I was a kook. To this day, I can't believe that I not only believed this, but that I had the gall to ask.

Donna

i believed that if your mole came off you would bleed to death

harriette

when i was younger i used to think that if a person with different color skin touched me it would change that part of my skin color too their color.

NO OFFENCE TO ANYONE..i was young and wierd!!

xoxo CML

chelsea

I used to believe that someone wearing a lapel pin on their shirt or a name badge had it stuck into their flesh through their shirt. Then I learned that there was a clasp in-between holding to their shirt.

Jory

I know a friend in college who believed that if she sat on a pillow, she would get pimples on her rear.

L.J. in NY

i grew up in a small suburban town with mostly white people. in preschool i was obsessed with whoopie goldberg and a friend in my class had a black nanny. i didnt know any black people and thought she was just so lucky to have whoopie goldberg as a nanny.

Anon

I used to believe that since my Mom has light-colored skin, and my Dad has dark-colored skin that I must have started out light-colored like my Mom because we are both females, and that I must have played outside in the mud too long and that's why I was darker-skinned than my siblings. Of course, it didn't occur to me that my brothers weren't darker than I was, even though they were males.

Jenn

When I was in kindergarten, thought that African-American people were colored the way they were because they had been playing in the dirt. I was afraid to play with them because I thought I would get dirty too!

Usagi-chan

When I was little, I believed I would grow warts if I touched the eye of a fish and the wart would smell "fishy" for the rest of my life!

ArmWild39

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.

J

My son hated to get dirty when he was little. When he was about 16 months old we went to the grocery store, and passed a black lady who stopped to speak with me and my son...when she spoke to him and reached out her hand to him, he looked at me and asked before taking her hand "dirty?". We laughed so hard we had to sit down.

Anon

For a surprisingly long time I believed that the criss-cross web of lines on the back of my hand were very small threads, and that if I snagged one of the threads the back of my hand would unravel.

The first thing I did if I ever cut the back of my hand was check the wound to see if there was any thread damage lest unrecoverable unraveling occur...

Ric