Why 'THE MIGHTY VELVET'?

I can't quite remember the date or the time when God whispered those words to me.. I just know that they stuck. The battle had been long, and I'm not sure I'd ever been weaker. There wasn't a tangible enemy before me, though, I think I'd have preferred that if God had given me a choice. No--the battle raged within, and my goodness was it fierce--one I couldn't escape.. one I couldn't seem to shut off no matter how hard I tried. I'd allowed the bitter root of comparison to go down deep into my very soul, and hard as I tried, it was to

 I live in a world brimming with creatives of all kinds--singers, songwriters, musicians, writers, dancers, filmmakers--each one an artisan with their individual craft. I also fit into that category, but at some point in my life, Comparison rolled in like a thick fog, and I hadn't suspected it because it seemed like a normal thing to deal with.. but the problem was that I didn't question it.. didn't kick it out with truth, or pull it out at its tiny seedling root. I allowed it to sit there and fester, the lies seeping into my heart & slowly eating away at me, one vapor at a time. I couldn't see up from down, the truth from a lie. I live in a world of creative geniuses, and being a creative myself, I glean a lot of inspiration and wisdom from their hard work-ethics & creativity. For the most part, I can admire & be inspired without comparing, but at this point in my life