When we hear a lie from someone we trust, their words became our Recordings of truth.
They become the music we dance to - or don\'t dance to.
I get yo.
You\'ve tried to change the song, but no matter what you do, somehow that loop is stuck on repeat.
I get it.
You may have had a recording trapped in Your head.
Too whatever-else.
Too short or too tall.
They\'ve said you\'re too fat or too thin, too manly or too girly.
Someone has told you you\'re not good enough, or maybe they\'ve said you\'re too much.
When we hear a lie from someone we trust, their words became our Recordings of truth.
They become the music we dance to - or don\'t dance to