The Mommy Bully.
I’ve seen you. Read your words.
Your violent, written attacks on women you can’t see.
Women, some I’ve called friends, attempted to end their lives after reading your words.
If even one of those women had been successful in her attempt to die, might it be your fault?
Your uninhibited, inconsiderate words do not make the world a better place.
You are a woman, but still abusing women.
For your own selfish satisfaction. For the sake of a moment of personal power. For entertainment.
Somehow, you love this.
Think about what your words actually mean. Do you even care? You wished her… death. Would you care if she… dies?
Why do I care?
Not long ago, “email@example.com” wrote me this message:
“This world would be better off without you. I hope you die”.
Not long ago, it was my face on a meme.
Not long ago, they called me a bad mom.
Not long ago, they wished me… death.
I know courage well.
I believe in imparting courage to others.
So… you… you person behind that keyboard saying whatever you think.
A keyboard and wifi does not give you the right to destroy & abuse women. It doesn’t give you the right to destroy anyone.
My children were there when that email came in. Where were your children?
I don’t want my children to someday ask, “Mom, people were listening to you… why didn’t you say something?”
So, the rest of you. The silent ones. It’s time to shout truth. It’s time to surround the attacked and silence her abuser. Nobody deserves it.
Silence, even silence born of disgust, is approval. Silence is agreement. Silence is deafeningly loud.
Stand up for someone. Say something. Choose to shout in the face of fear and impart courage.
I can. I did. I am.
It’s your turn now.
Speak up, mom. You’re beautiful. You’re smart. You were created with purpose.
Do something with that purpose.
Speak beautiful things. Build life. Surround someone. By building life in others, you are building life in you.
Everything costs something. But the risk is worth it.
I will never forget the women who spoke up for me.