HEY, I’M CHELSEA.

I didn't just change my name. I changed everything.

Chelsea Peace isn't my maiden name. It isn't my married name. It's a name I chose — because for the first time in my life, I was finally choosing myself.

I’m an author, content creator, storyteller, mom of twin girls, chronic project-starter, and a woman who has rebuilt enough pieces of her life to know that sometimes the thing falling apart is making room for something that fits you better.

For more than a decade, I built a career in corporate America. I became a leader, wife, mother, lost nearly 300 pounds, and checked a whole lot of boxes that were supposed to make me feel successful.

Then life changed.

My marriage ended. My career ended. And for the first time in my adult life, instead of asking “What does everyone need from me?” I started asking:

“Who am I when nobody else gets to answer that question?”

Turns out, she’s pretty damn fun.

So I started documenting her.

The house projects. The food. Motherhood. Faith. Dating. Boundaries. Business. Self-worth. And all the ridiculous, beautiful moments that happen when you start building a life that actually feels like yours.

Somewhere along the way, hundreds of thousands of people decided to come with me.

Not because I have it all figured out.

Because I’m willing to show the middle.

The part between this isn’t working anymore and look what I built.

In 2026, I published my memoir, Still She Bloomed, about losing yourself inside the life you worked so hard to build and finding your way back.

But the story didn’t end when I wrote the book.

I’m still becoming her.

And around here, you get to watch it happen in real time.

What I’m building now looks different.

I don’t have a five-year plan neatly laminated somewhere.

I have something better:

A life I’m actually excited to wake up to.

I’m creating.

I’m writing.

I’m raising my girls.

I’m building a business around storytelling.

I’m partnering with brands and businesses I genuinely believe belong in the world I’m sharing.

I’m turning my house into something that makes me grin when I pull into the driveway.

I’m learning to cook food that works for my life instead of spending my life working around food.

I’m letting faith change me.

I’m letting myself change me.

And I’m documenting what happens along the way.

Because I don’t think becoming her happens in one giant transformation.

I think it happens in a thousand tiny decisions where you stop abandoning yourself.