Over the last few years I have really started to see my body as a piece of artwork. I only started to view it this way after I had my daughter. Watching my body carry and give birth to a baby allowed me to give myself some grace in the body image department. A mother’s body, is beautifully and wonderfully made, I only wish I could have learned this type of grace when I was younger. The struggle to have positive body image has plagued my life since before I can remember. I was never thin enough or toned enough. I always had to many stretch marks and cellulite. This toxic thing called “PERFECTION” ate away at my soul little by little. I recently shared a guest post on the website KNOW.BE.RAISE, about my journey to loving and accepting my ever changing body. Our bodies help shape our lives and tell our stories. I hope by sharing my story it will encourage women everywhere to embrace their mom bod. Head to KNOW. BE. RAISE to read the full post and interview questions.