A Little Goes A Long Way...
When I was little...I do tell lies. I knew they were lies but yet I will say it for the sake of not getting punished. There are times the lies will pull me thru but there are times, I get caught.
When I was 16, I remember I told a lie so that I could go out to meet my then bf. I knew for a fact that if I don't tell lies..there is no way my mum will allow me to go out. I got caught and was punished badly. My kind of punishment is not just as simple as no allowance for a week or no tv, or no going out with friends. I was beaten with a thick bamboo stick by my sister. I still remember how I see blood on my hand and thigh. My mum just allow it to happened cos to her I deserved the punishment.
To me, I got used to the beating since I was 5 years old. Only difference is the beating gets harder and harder each time. The punishment I got when I turn 16 was the most painful beating I have ever felt. That moment I knew I had to fight back and I did.
The more I grow up..the lesser lies I tell cos I know they will never beat me again and I dont' need to tell lil lies to avoid being punished.
Today, honesty is still on my top list. No longer do I need to tell lies to avoid the beatings. I am now free to do whatever I want and no longer with any fear of a bamboo stick anymore.