My dad used to tell me that God will cut off my tongue if I tell a lie. So I used to check the length of my tongue in front of the bathroom mirror. I also imagined what it would be like to live without a tongue… not being able to swallow and sing and stick it out for fun.
I grow up knowing it to be a lie and God isn’t the kind to cut off my dad’s tongue in punishment. But I’ve told many lies. I lied about my height mostly. And I also lied about living an ok life. I was told that I’m meant to live a great life but I think I’m starting to believe all the lies I used to tell (except the ones about my height).