It begins.

I'm so convinced that everyone gives themselves a 'New Year, New Me' pep talk, even if we like to make fun of the people who insist on posting about it on social media every, single, year. This year mine was a little different to my usual 'I will get fitter, I will lose weight, I will fit back into THAT dress that I've held on to since 2012 insisting that one day it will fit me like it used to even though I know deep down that it never will'.

This year I want to be happy with myself, and not just the pretending to be happy so that it looks cool on Instagram but really happy. My feeds are filled of body confident ladies of all shapes who are embracing themselves and looking amazing so why can't I be one of them?

It has taken me until March to realise that the answer is simple: I CAN BE.

I will continue to spend hours lusting after those classic pin-up girls and vintage reproduction dresses but also realise that I can dress that way, I can look how I want to look, I am not limited by my body. I will love my belly (and admittedly learn to hide it away in shapewear and flattering dresses) but it is there, it's not going anywhere and I will love it anyway.

I wanted a place to document my journey and so, Grace Belly was born.