Mariah Harvey
Bio
21 year old wife & and renowned author to be. Anxiety survivor. Lover of Jesus, my fiancé :P, books & burgers. Oh, and I kinda like to write (:
Stories (2/0)
Eyes of the Beholder
Isn't it funny how we can put on nice clothes, comb our hair, put on makeup and suddenly we look all put together. It’s crazy because underneath all of that I still feel flawed. People look at me and they think I’ve got it all put together. My Instagram is filled with filtered pictures because without one I feel like my skin isn't clear enough. I feel like my eyes don't look bright enough. I love being me then some days I hate being me. Constantly comparing myself to other women trying to figure out why I wasn’t born with this or that. It's deeper than that. I once read that when placed in a room, women look at others to make sure she’s the prettiest in the room. How terrible is that? Sad to say that I’ve done it multiple times before. Maybe because someone buried the idea that I was ugly in my head before I could make my own opinion about myself. Maybe I’m just not that appealing as I would hope to be. Either way, society has conformed our minds into thinking we have to have a certain look. Well, quite frankly, I’m over it. I cant deal with pressure to constantly change my look to be defined as beautiful. I’m ready to write my own kind of beautiful.
By Mariah Harvey6 years ago in Psyche
Adulting Is Fun (Totally Sucks)
Do you remember the nostalgia of your childhood? Running down the streets, playing tag amongst other things, and summer vacations. God, I loved summer vacation. The feeling of the last day of school. All the field day activities you got to participate in. The anticipation of no more early mornings. Yup, I miss it. Childhood is bliss, they tell us enjoy it while we can. I should’ve listened. Especially since when I was under the age of ten all I wanted to do was turn a double digit. When I finally got to ten all I wanted to do was turn thirteen. When I finally got there...well I wished my boobs were bigger but also that I could be 18. Long story short? My whole life I couldn’t wait to be an adult. And now that I’m 21, I swear, I would trade it all just to relive my field day glory days.
By Mariah Harvey6 years ago in Longevity
