Thank the gods we're always changing (most of us anyway). I still remember uttering the words "ewww who would want to marry a divorced guy, damaged goods"...Yes those words came from my mouth at the tender age of about 18. It was in relation to someone at my Mum's church re-marrying and to someone who had kids with someone else. I'm sure Mum rolled her eyes, or yelled "Jasmine"! I was one of the worst teenagers and young 20 somethings . . .
I wish that was me….
It's so easy to get caught up in a world of why me? why not me? I wish I looked like her, I wish that was me... Comparison is the thief of joy Social media is a blessing and a curse, we see just small snap shot of people's lives. We assume the woman with the perfect home, the perfectly groomed dog and the spotless white rug seems to live some kind of charmed life. I wish that was me, we say. I wish my home looked like that. I wish I could have . . .

