Once upon a time I was the subject of a local news story. Well what I thought was a local news story. Till it went viral, aired on MSNBC, graced blogs, and found its way into Inked magazine. In recap I was denied entry into Six Flags for offensive tattoos. I was offered the option to purchase a t-shirt if I wanted entry into the park. I was angry and upset. It was my husband’s birthday. I found another line manned by a teenager who didn’t look at me twice. After getting into the park I was so angry I wanted my money back, there was no salvaging the day. When we made the discovery the customer service line was as long as the line for Mr. Freeze we left. I called and emailed demanding my money back. I got no response so I emailed several news stations for the sole purpose of getting my $120 back. We made the evening news, my story aired at 6 and 9.

Six Flags apologized for their rogue employee, tried to lure me back to the park, and eventually gave me a refund. Case closed. Not really. I discovered the hateful world of the online comment. I had many supporters. But for each supporter I had a hateful comment. I obsessed, read them over and over. I was trashy, ugly, fat, stupid, shouldn’t be allowed to breed. People like me do not deserve to live. This also crossed over into the real world. Where complete strangers stopped me in the grocery store, nail salon, post office, and even my gynecologist’s office. I had police officers and firemen tell me I was awesome. But I had women tell me I was contributing to the moral decay of society. That I needed to get right by God. How could I call myself a mother? Yes women tore me apart, to my face, and in front of my children.

The whole experience left me shaken and bruised. I had a tough year with battling my weight from miscarriage after miscarriage. My self-esteem was at an all time low. I still cringe thinking about it. My husband likes to tell everyone he meets about that one time I was on the news. It still bums me out. And complete strangers still remember. I still get approached.

Several days ago I wrote a blog concerning parents that wouldn’t let their kids play with mine. I was angry and hurt. Again I was being judged by my cover. A cover that I love. A cover that I feel at home in. A cover that I chose.

During this time I would also be raked over the coals for my choice of words and how I live my life.

Throw in the whole cancer scare I feel like man what can I do to catch a break?

I never signed up to be a champion for any cause. Usually you end up a martyr. That isn’t fun and well is stressful.

But here I am do I continue to blog for other mothers, for tattooed women, for just a little acceptance, or even my own little space in the world. Where I am not hurting anyone mind you. This blog was my therapy and my friend. I’ve shared years of my life with this blog.

Life is full of chapters, is it time to close this one? Or do I run with it, haters be damned. I am woman hear me roar! Or do I go out like a mouse?