Insecure and fragile is what I see when I look at my 17 year old self.

I had no idea what was to come—failed marriages, 6 kids, many mistakes, and lots of heartache.

(But thankfully that’s not the end of my story!)

There was a time I couldn’t look at old pictures without a sense of regret sweeping over me.

Regret is an ugly word. It tries to taunt you with: