Yesterday was International Women’s Day. I loved waking up to all the awesome news stories recognizing women who are doing great things for other women. My son and I “celebrated” by going to the soup kitchen downtown (a regular event for us) where he gave flowers hand picked from our garden, to all the women we fed. I spent a portion of my day helping out two women I know, one who had to leave town for a family death and asked me to look after her dog and another young woman wanting to get into writing (who lives in a women’s shelter) who I have been mentoring for free, with the notion that what goes around comes around, although sometimes I question whether or not that is true which I will explain shortly.
I was also loving all the beautiful supportive messages being passed around on twitter and facebook, women acknowledging all their “sisters”, tagging them in uplifting quotes about the power, strength and beauty of running with this wonderful “pack” we call womanhood.
Then came the ugliness. A facebook message from a woman I have never met, never hurt, never done a single thing to. A woman called Natacha Popovic who hails from Blacktown, Sydney, Australia
This is it:
omg i just saw your story in womans day you are so young and so huge the food u inhale on a daily basis is a disgrace your a walking heart attack waiting to happen.…