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I used to think I was black because I went to the pool a lot and had a tan.
I used to believe that when you were born, the holes in your skin from chicken poxs were always holes from straws. I thought that my mom stuck a straw on my skin, sucked on it, then pulled it off, purposely to do that to make
The first time I seen a black person was when I was 9 on holiday in Spain. A black lady was sunbathing on the beach and I thought that she would be white underneath her bikini.
When I was little, i had this mole on my hand and i use to think it was a watch! I was like it's now 8:00 o'clock, when like it was 2:00!
I have a small brown birthmark on my foot and I didn't notice it until like I was 6 and it was the winter time and for some reason I took off my socks in the car and I seen it and I was like Mom I got a tan on my foot!
My dad was always a rascist and a bit of a pervert. So one day when I was being breastfed (I was 3), my dad told me how chocolate milk comes out of black womens' breasts. My mom laughed so hard and then told me it was true.
Not far after that, I was having trouble sleeping. I told my parents and they warned me that I would get dark circles under my eyes. And then they told me that black people get would get white circles under their eyes.
I have a mole (beautymark? whatever you call those things) on my face. When I was in second or third grade, I believed I could get rid of it by picking it off just like I did with scabs. I managed to pick it off and I thought I could have normal skin in that place just like all of the other kids. I was overjoyed! However, it grew back after a couple of weeks.
I didn't try to pick it off after that. : (
I used to think that hand sanitizer was poisonous
when I was little mybrothers told me i was someone eles kid because I had red hair and freckles and the rest of the family had dark hair and olives skin.
I used to ask my parents 20 questions till my dad went mental at my brothers 7&14 years older than me
I used to think that when my mom said "Bare skin" she meant "hair as a bear" skin.
I was born in Asia, and until I came to the U.S., I thought black people were make-believe.
When I was in upper elementary school I would always want to use my moms shower so that I could use her Victoria Secret body wash that smelt amazing. I read the bottle and noticed it said "for external use only" for the longest time I believed this meant "for eternal use only". I stopped using her body wash in fear that I would not be able to use it eternally...I was not sure what would happen if I didn't use it forever but I was not about to find out!
I used to think that black people were white people who painted themselves.
This is so sad: When I had just turned five, we went shopping and I saw the first African-American people I had ever seen. I thought that they had some sort of disease to look that way. I feared that if I came near them I would catch the disease.
I used to think that black people were just white people with a really dark tan.
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.
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.
I used to believe the blue veins in my wrists was marker, so I would always scrub really hard to get them off when I washed my hands.
As a young, näive white boy growing up in a small town in northeast Ohio, I used to think that when someone shook the hand of a Black/African-American/Colored/Negro person (this was back in the 60s, ok? -- edit if you must!), that the color would somehow come off their hand and stick on yours, though I was certain that it could be washed off.
light-skinned girls had special powers.
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