There’s a lot of ways you can tell a lie while saying the truth.
This is torment.
Don’t ever let anyone tell you you deserve that.
She took all the little words and messages, all the symbols and life lessons and she etched them into her skin. And every morning when she woke up she would read her body like a prayer and sacrifice herself to each etching, sunrise and sunset, because one day she hoped she would finally become them. One day she would no longer have to look at herself as just flesh and bones, but instead like the pages of holy writ only she could understand, and she was the prophet and sanctuary of her own religion. She would know these symbols, and remember these messages without having to look anymore or think. She would live in them, breathe them. And she might finally believe them.