I was a master liar in my teenaged years.

I regularly lied and manipulated situations to benefit me. Lying came so naturally I never had to even think on it, I even regularly made up lies for my friends to get them out of trouble... and no, it wasn't always petty, I once lied (and convinced 2 friends to do so as well) to avoid getting a criminal record too...

Then one day (idk when or why exactly) I decided fk it. I want people to like me because they want to, I want people to care or do things or give me things because they want to. Not because I make them believe that they want to... yes I was that good.

My method?

To simply tell the truth, even after lying.

"No mom I don't smoke weed, actually that's a bloody lie mom, I'm high right now. Sorry"

Yep, that's what I did, the shame of confessing made the truth come out more naturally.

Nowadays?

I'm honest to a fault. Lol, but that's BPD for ya, not much natural middleground for me to work with.

So while idk if this liar liar pants on fire gig was a gift of my BPD (although it served my BPD needs well) I do know that its not an issue for me at all these days. It was more of a well paying bad habit that I chose to break.