Being Bullied: Fat in France

After sharing a compilation of South of France photos, I received a nasty comment. Now I am not naive to the internet and the much scarier, no-longer-under-the-bridge trolls. I know that the downside of putting myself out there as a blogger is the opportunity for keyboard warriors to stretch their fingers and type away. I am lucky enough to admit that I have experienced very little of this negativity and online bullying. I am grateful that my corner of the internet and social media pages remain a positive and fulfilling place for me (and I hope others). Lots of people take the time to comment wonderful words that truly brighten my day, and I am immensely thankful. It’s unfortunate that with so many lovely interactions, the negative ones stick up like giant rose thorns. Sadly, I, like most people, can ignore the brilliantly-colored petals only to be pricked and injured by one rogue thorn. Such was my experience recently.

I received a comment that called me an “American cow” and told me that I needed a diet. It was from an account with no picture, of course, and it was accompanied by a couple of emojis. Surprisingly, not even one of the two available cow emojis. What a missed opportunity, right? Now I would love to say that I saw this comment, deleted it, and thought nothing more of it. I know deep down that this miserable, anonymous troll account shouldn’t matter in the slightest to me. I don’t…