Fungal Goes Viral: Losing My Eye to Glitter and “Going Viral” Without My Consent

Losing my eye to glitter and going viral without my consent - the full story. The epitome of High Fashion
The epitome of High Fashion

Uncle George may have told it like it is, but we got the unadulterated exclusive. Erica gave us her exclusive account of “Fungal Goes Viral: Losing My Eye to Glitter and “Going Viral” Without My Consent”

Uncle George may have told it like it is, but we got the unadulterated exclusive.

About a year ago, I lost my eye to a piece of glitter – but there’s actually a lot more to the story than that. By the time this article is over I’ll be a Nigerian Cyclops who is a member of the Illuminati, but I’m getting ahead of myself. In the beginning I’m just a mother crafting with her kid so let’s start there. 

Erica, before Glitter.
Erica, before Glitter.

**The Actual Incident**

Valentines Day 2015 is coming up soon and my first grade daughter wants to hand make cards with all of the expected first grade stuff; adorable misspellings, backwards letters, kitten stickers and (of course) glitter. They’re the cutest. Bedtime rolls around and I clean up the art scraps. This is the point at which I make the first decision that would play a major hand in what happened. The kitchen trash doesn’t have a lid and I knew that as soon as anyone threw anything else away in it that glitter would get everywhere. I didn’t want glitter all over my kitchen, so I decided that instead of throwing the art scraps into our kitchen trash, I would take them straight to the outdoor bin. Those of you who don’t know me personally will need another key piece of information here to understand why things are about to go downhill fast. I’m approximately the height of a ten year old. At only 4’10 I’m the reigning queen of Munchkin Land. 

So I munchkin-march my way to the outdoor trash cans and, without giving it a second thought, I lift the lid and drop the scraps in. These trash cans are on the tall side to try and discourage raccoons. Unfortunately “on the tall side” for a trash can means that the lip of the opening is at the perfect height to send glitter rocketing back out of the trashcan like ninja stars straight for the eyes. You know how they say that right before accidents time slows down for you? The thought process went something like: 

“Oh that glitter is coming straight for my eyes. Look away! Blink! Jesus my eyes are taking forever to close… Oh crap, this is happening. Owwwwwwwwwwwwww!!” 

I didn’t know it at the time, but that was the moment that would eventually leave me blind. What I also didn’t know (because I couldn’t see into the bins) was that there were yard clippings in there. If I’d had that knowledge maybe things would have gone differently. Unfortunately that’s one of those pieces of the story that the audience gets but the protagonist doesn’t find out until later. What I did know pretty much immediately was that this was not the normal “thing in your eye” pain. This went all the way to 11. 

I rinsed my eye with a giant bottle of sterile saline as soon as I got inside and tried to lay down to see if it would calm down. It didn’t. Off we went to the E.R. Some tests and dyes later they found the eye to be swollen but with no signs of a hole or a scratch. The doctor prescribed some antibiotic drops and told me “It’s going to get worse before it gets better” That, boys and girls, is what we call foreshadowing.

** “Well, that’s one angry eye.” **

Two days later, I noticed the eye was milky and grey when I went to put in my nightly drops. Some people are OK with that sort of thing. I am absolutely not one of those people so I headed right back to the ER. Doctors are trained to keep their cool and not seem shocked by anything so that the patient stays as calm as possible; the doctor I saw in the emergency room that night must have missed that day. As soon as he pulled the lids open to look at my eye he made a hissing groaning noise and pulled back involuntarily the way people do when they get to the big reveal at the end of the movie Old Boy. If you haven’t seen the movie, why are you reading this? Go watch the movie! I’ll wait.


If you have seen the movie then you’ll know exactly the response I’m talking about. It’s a combination of disgust and fascination; pity and curiosity. He coughed to compose himself before saying “Well that’s one angry eye. One angry, angry eye.” He then called for a bunch of morphine. I hadn’t told him I was in pain, but I’m decently sure anyone who looked at me could tell I wasn’t exactly comfortable. I don’t really remember the first round of tests because morphine. I do remember being told that there was now a hole in my cornea and that they were calling in a more advanced eye specialist so I should rest because I’d be there for a while. The ER staff got me pillows and a blanket and some of those hospital socks with the little nubbies on them.

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Graphic Image: Click to View “Well, that’s one angry eye.”

Drugs do different things to different people and apparently the thing morphine does to me is turn me into a pop star who really really REALLY loves her socks. My husband is used to me living my life like a teen musical so he didn’t bat an eyelash when I started loudly singing an ode to how amazing my hospital socks were. The hospital staff, though, were quite a bit more receptive and appreciative of my musical talents. One even poked his head into the room to ask “Are you singing about hospital socks? Nice song!” My husband just sort of nodded. I threw down a few more fresh verses and eventually fell asleep. Morphine is magic. 

I don’t remember much of whatever exam the advanced eye specialist did. I do remember him looking at me very seriously and telling me I need to leave and go to another hospital; not the next day, not in a day or two but right now. Yes it was 2 in the morning at this point, but that didn’t matter. I needed to go NOW. He even checked to see if the two hospitals were contracted to work together so that I could be taken by ambulance or helicopter to the other. They weren’t, so I would need to travel by car. It would take about an hour and I needed to go right now. He called the other hospital and told them to expect me and that I needed to be seen IMMEDIATELY, no waiting, just straight to being examined. If ever there was a moment to harsh my morphine-induced mellow, that was it. I was, apparently, in some real danger. 

Ladies and Gentlemen, shit just got real.

**Treatment and Surgeries**

You all already know how this story ends – they couldn’t save my eye. What you may not know is that the team at Bascom Palmer Eye Institute (which is the top eye hospital in the country) tried everything they could think of and then some. It started the night I got there. My husband handled paperwork, I was taken straight back to see the doctor who was on duty. To say they were concerned with the way things looked was an understatement, but at that point nobody was really even considering the possibility that I might lose the eyeball. Or, if they were, they didn’t let me know. 

Exam, eye drops, go home. Come back in three days or if it seems worse. Also, painkillers. 

The pain medication let me sleep. The drops did pretty much nothing. At my next appointment the hole in my cornea had grown from 1 mm to 7 mm. This is the point at which things become a big blur of pain. Taking swabs of the eye, shaving off the outer layer of the eye for testing, injections into the eye, biopsies of the eyeball and about a million more eye drops all got to be really stressful. My days at the hospital quickly hit a point where the staff all knew me and would say hi when they got there for a shift and goodbye as they were done with that shift – with me still there being tested and prodded. More drops. No answers. More drops. “We don’t know why nothing is working, your tests are all coming back negative.” More drops. “Sorry about the pain. I don’t understand what’s happening. Let me call some of the other doctors for a consultation.”  

Before I knew it I was up to several teams of doctors and twelve different eye drops, some needing to be used every hour around the clock. My insurance covered most, but not all. The expense was not small – there was one medication in particular that had to be custom made for me and another that the out of pocket cost was quoted at a thousand dollars per round. Treatment days regularly ran ten to twelve hours (pretty much every day) plus the two or three hours of drive time there and back home for a nap only to head back the next day. I would have been better served getting an efficiency or hotel room for a month in Miami, but I wanted to come home to my kids. My husband couldn’t work. Drops. Drops. Drops. 

Then it happened; literal insult to injury. I was in the shower trying wash my hair when I felt it. A clump. A wad. A … something. The eye drops had been dripping down my face leaving chemical burns on my skin, but it never occurred to me that they would be soaked up in my hair. Sure, it seems obvious now – but it wasn’t something I thought about at all until I was holding a melted wad of hip-length hair in my hands knowing there was no saving it. I finally cried. 

Before and After the Hair Loss, Most of What was Left Fell Out Later
Before and After the Hair Loss, Most of What was Left Fell Out Later

My friends rallied and before I knew it a stylist was in my living room cutting off all of my hair, trying her best to leave as much length as she could. I think we ended up with maybe 2 inches left at best. She was kind, she cared, she’s since become the official family hair stylist and colorist. At that point, though, she was just a woman I didn’t know who heard what was happening and wanted to help. She swooped in to save the day and offer a hand when I needed it. Lil Jen was also one of the first people outside of my family and doctors to see how bad it really was. If she was grossed out, she kept it to herself. 

I had gotten to a point where I was light sensitive, so much so that I needed to wear super cool welding goggles any time I set foot outside of my bedroom. The eye leaked constantly so I would have to tuck a paper towel under the goggles to catch the fluid. I had no vision left, was in constant pain, was disgusted with the things my body was doing and had lost my hair. I was still no closer to any answers than I was the first day I showed up at Bascom Palmer. 

The epitome of High Fashion
The epitome of High Fashion

 My first surgery was a disaster. “Emergency Corneal Transplant under local anesthesia.” Local anesthesia works by traveling through the tissue to numb it. When the tissue is being squeezed and blocked off by insane amounts of pus, that numbing can’t happen. I felt the surgeons cut into my eyeball. I’m not a violent person in the least bit, but drugs designed to disorient you combined with blindness, pain and total confusion make a person do and say things they normally wouldn’t. More local didn’t work. I ended up needing to be put completely under – which I also woke up from. This time much more groggy and calm enough to just say to the nurse by my head: 

“I can feel that again”

She was a beacon of calm and asked me to please un-ball my fists if they were balled and to breathe and relax, she would fix it. She did. Drugs are magic. 

When I woke up (after I apologized for the pain and drug induced attempted murder I had just committed) they explained that they ended up having to do a little more than they initially intended. The plan going into surgery was to do a cornea transplant. Once they got into the eye they realized the glitter had sliced much farther back than they thought and implanted the infection to the back of the eye, which is why all of the tests from the front had come back negative. They needed to remove the lens of the eye as well as a good amount of the vitreous in order to clean out the pus and the decaying tissue. At this point, even if the cornea transplant worked and restored vision, I would be unable to focus on anything. The swabs from this surgery revealed that the infection was a fungus – specifically a plant mold. My eye was molding in my head. 

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Graphic Image: Click to View “When your eye is missing vitreous it dimples sometimes.”

Surgery two followed just a few days later. This time it was an emergency procedure to put my iris back in the right place. The pressure from the vomiting and the way the pus came rushing back managed to push my iris out from between the stitches. I didn’t even know that was possible, but I guess fungal infections hit hard and fast. The transplant was obviously failing. This time they took out as much of the vitreous as they could with the hopes that the eye would create more healthy fluid and refill itself. 

For a week or so it looked like it might and like things might be improving since the corneal transplant looked like it was trying to heal.

It never did.

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Graphic Image: Click to View “Attempting to Heal”

Healing stalled, the fungus took over again and the eye started forming opportunistic tumors and collapsing in the back. After being at the hospital almost every day for a month the surgical and medical team was visibly upset when they had to sit me down and tell me there was nothing more they could do to try and save my eye. More than one person apologized, feeling like they had failed me. My husband and I thanked them for having tried as hard as they did. We had been expecting it and, truthfully, were looking forward to things just being over. I had the enucleation surgery – surgery to remove my eyeball – that same day. I was fit with an internal prosthetic sphere that the muscles are stitched over to allow some movement.

Diagram of the Prosthetic Device
Diagram of the Prosthetic Device

A few months later when swelling was reduced I had a beautiful external prosthetic (what people think of as the “glass eye”) done by SNG associates. Insurance declined covering that so my family had to take out loans to get it done, but it’s a beautiful piece of artwork, in my opinion. A year has passed since then and I do need some adjustments and follow-up surgeries, but I’m no longer in any immediate medical danger. I don’t hate glitter, I know this was a freak incident. I do think small children should wear craft goggles when using it to protect their eyes. 



With The Prosthetic Eye In – it’s on the side with the nosering
With The Prosthetic Eye In – it’s on the side with the nosering

THAT is the real story of how I lost my eye, and had I written this article a few weeks ago when I was first asked that would have been where it ended… but it turns out that’s actually only the beginning.

** “Awful Make-Up Accident” **

The first few times I was tagged in articles that were being written about me I laughed. They were ridiculous trashy rag-mag sites that nobody actually reads seriously. Then Women’s Health, Cosmopolitan, Good Housekeeping, a few celebrities and finally a click-bait site designed to share viral stories got a hold of it. That click-bait site owns 1.4 million other sites and it ran a false version of my story across them. Suddenly friends and family were sending me multiple articles a day. The articles and stories changed a little over time. Sometimes I was getting ready for a date, once I was even a Nigerian socialite. I wouldn’t mind this so much if they were telling the story with any kind of accuracy, but in most cases they weren’t and in all but ONE case I wasn’t asked, consulted for clarification or even notified – but because these are “news” publications and I uploaded the images to a site that could be considered public, these sites didn’t have to ask. It was all fair use.

The unofficial rule of internet is “don’t read the comments section” but I’m not exactly one for playing by the rules. “General Joia” read the comments right along with me and spent days hunting down articles to correct the story – Punky Moms band together that way. She stood up to the people who said I was trying to get something for free because I had a GoFundMe. She was the one who had set it up for me to begin with because she knew I would never ask for the help. She was quick to jump on people who said it was my fault or that I deserved it. 

I “deserved” to lose my eye and to be painted like a fool across the internet… what an interesting thought. These sites took my images without asking or even notifying me. These sites added images that were not mine to “support” the new story they were running with. These sites spread that story all around the world. All I was guilty of was trying to keep my friends and family updated in a way that was easy for me to do quickly and give the link to a few people knowing they’d give it to others. I found out later there was a way to do that without making the images public, but I didn’t mind other members of the site being able to see and learn from what had happened to me. There was a message and a warning in the original story.

One of the Shared Stories, The Eye With Cosmetics on it is Not Me.
One of the Shared Stories, The Eye With Cosmetics on it is Not Me.

This new fabricated story, though, was the one that went viral. Like I said, because the sites are “news” sites, they don’t actually need to ask before taking anything and if they’re international then the rules apply even less. The lie is what caught on and the floodgates opened. Before I go any further into why I found this so interesting and what I think we can learn from it, I want you to grasp the sorts of things that are being said, so here are some snippets from the last few days: 

“Welp, don’t be fuckin stupid”

“She should have had about 12 pounds removed from her face. A better headline to this story would be ‘one eyed woman has diabetes’.”

“Someone basically put glitter on a water buffalo and then we are supposed to act surprised it didn’t work? Come on be realistic.”

“I think most people will agree that she is lucky. We have to see that train wreck with both eyes! She only got to look in the mirror with one.”

“It’s not a makeup accident. It’s a stupid cow not going to the doctor issue. Don’t blame the glitter!”

This next one is the final paragraph of an actual article written about me. I opted to leave the grammar assassination just the way it was published. 

“Now she got one more reason, or (one less) either way you cut it, to collect more welfare. You know damn well this b*tch prolly acted hard before the incident, now she milkin the system on GoFundMe… Word to the wise, you see a thot with chest tattoos, run the other way! Them girls are DANGEROUS & got more miles on em then a 99 Honda…”

“Rusty looking tattoos on a hog with one eye and three chins, smh.”

“That’s why I don’t wear makeup all the time. She’s gross. Skank.”

“My friends, please show this to ur wifes so they stay natural”

“Serves her good. Let others learn from this whore.”

“Shame. But what did she expect putting all that crap on her face?”

“She had it coming.”

“I love learning about such idiots. Too bad the glitter only killed one eye, you think the twit still uses glitter? Now she can’t work so she gets a welfare check for life, or at least until some parasitic lawyer sues the makeup company for this girls stupidity.”

“Fuck outta here. Beauty is natural. Fucking immigrant.”

“Well that’s her fault for putting on makeup. Keep it natural. She’ll never get a husband painted like a prostitute.”

“This story is bullshit. When people are missing left eye is because they pluck them out to join the illuminati like Fetty did.” 

“Blah blah blah cry me a river.”

“Dat serve her right”

“Women need to leave their eyes the way God created them.”

“No love here, fuck her stupid people nowadays wanna do anything to themselves. Well face the consequences.”  (someone explained to the commenter that the article was wrong.)  “Well I’m sorry bitch if I was wrong come suck my dick.”

And about a million jokes comparing me to the rapper Fetty Wap. Usually “Fatty Wap”. Originality is not the internets strong suit. 

This is going to sound crazy, but I think losing my eye and my hair uniquely prepared me to deal with this. I came out of those surgeries stripped of the things I thought were beautiful about myself. By the time it was all said and done I had lost an eye, lost my hair and gained 65 lbs. It also made me stand face to face with all of my real flaws, real fears and to find my real beauty. I had quit performing years before because I was too short, too fat, too ugly to deserve to be on stage. Being faced with the possibility of death-by-glitter has a way of waking you up. I’m not any taller, any thinner or any prettier than I was when I quit performing, but I am back on stage. I sing in a rumba-punk band called Askultura. I can do that – I can follow my joy – because I know exactly who I am and who I am not. Not everyone who deals with this is in that position.

Me Giving Zero Fucks About Whether It’s Punk to Smile
Me Giving Zero Fucks About Whether It’s Punk to Smile


**The Culture of Keeping it Quiet** 

As I began speaking on these comments and sharing screenshots of them on my social media, I started to notice that aside from the expected anger response from my friends, a pretty decent chunk of people told me that I shouldn’t talk about it. The reasoning behind it, usually, was that they felt that discussing or sharing these comments gave them more power and a stronger voice or that talking about it somehow made it cut me more deeply. 

My opinion on it is different. I think it’s important for people to be made aware of what gets said to and about people whose stories “go viral” without their consent. There are lessons to be learned here about the complicated reality of “going viral” and what the “news” can and cannot use with or without you wanting them to. In my case, I’m a self-assured woman in my thirties who has a quick wit and a biting sense of humor. My friends and I had been joking about my evolving identity as these stories came across our desks. Some will ask me if I know that Nigerian Prince who used to email them all the time. Some have joked about whether or not the illuminati gets you good discounts. One even calls me “50 Camel Goddess” because of some messages she has seen. These mean-spirited comments being made on or in articles  aren’t going to say anything about me that I haven’t heard or maybe even joked about myself before. 

Can you imagine the impact on someone younger or more vulnerable who “goes viral” or becomes an unflattering meme; especially if the story includes some sort of sexual aspect – even if the sexual aspect is a violation of the person in question?  Go ahead and re-read the comments I shared with you earlier, this time paying special attention to the way that a completely non-sexual story was reacted to with sexualized insults. This is cultural conditioning. This is what happens when we decide that female value is in “virtue via virginity”. 

This story had nothing to do with sex, but in order to insult me the comments chose to focus sex and my appearance. Why? Who cares? I’m not sure if the people who comment with these things even know themselves why they chose to say what they say. It’s just ingrained in people that when you attack a woman, you attack her appearance and her sex. 

I am, by no means, an expert on internet-shit talkers. But I wonder how can we have honest discourse and conversations about this or how we can educate one another( and our children who will entering the world of internet use more heavily soon) if we don’t just put this behavior out there on the table for everyone to see? If I don’t post them people don’t know it happens to me. If others don’t post screenshots or talk about it so that the “negativity” can’t win, how can we learn from it? I understand that those who say to ignore negativity mean well, but not everyone processes things that way.

Because Ignoring a Problem Always Makes it Go Away
Because Ignoring a Problem Always Makes it Go Away

What some of you may see as giving the trolls validation and a voice, I see as shining a light on them and showing people exactly what kind of ugly is spouted. Silence, anonymity and the fact that people don’t talk openly and matter-of-factly talk about this is part of what allows these people to continue doing what they do. If, every time this happened, people just threw it out on the table for the world to see I don’t think it would happen as much. Cockroaches prefer the darkness. The culture of keeping it quiet enables this kind of behavior, and worse – but we will save worse for another article. Just make a mental note that Erica has a BIG problem with the culture of keeping it quiet.

If this is an open talking point then it becomes something we can prepare ourselves and our  young people for.  I don’t mean with the trite  “if you don’t want it stolen don’t post it” victim blaming kind of conversation; though I do think awareness of terms of service and online privacy (or lack thereof) is an important point. I also think the knowledge that things that seem immoral are often perfectly legal is another thing all of us could benefit from. But more than that, I hope to make sure that people understand that this sort of behavior isn’t acceptable for them to DO either. Even “just a comment” can have an effect and there IS a human being on the other side of these memes and stories. 

That Human Being Might Be Flicking You Off
That Human Being Might Be Flicking You Off

 How many times have we heard about vulnerable people being driven to self harm because of the way they have been targeted online? How many times have those stories included the family saying they were surprised at how vicious the comments were or that they had no idea anything was being said at all? When no one talks, no one knows. 

We can do better to prepare young people for the things that may be said to them or about them if they end up “going viral” or even on just a random picture or post. We can do better to instill self-worth and self-assurance that rises above a place where the words of others can cut to the bone. We can do better to understand that reaching that point is a journey and that people will get there in their own time, just because you or your friends and family don’t care doesn’t mean someone else is wrong or weak because they do. We can do better to not shame those who haven’t gotten there yet and who do still worry about the opinions of others. We can do better to bring up a group of young people and to try and educate adults to be more capable of abiding by Wheaton’s Law. The culture of keeping it quiet keeps people thinking it only happens to them, it keeps them isolated from the group, it makes it easier for people to be convinced that something like this is THEIR fault. 

These conversations cannot be had if nobody puts the negativity on display. So I do it, proudly. I had my story taken and twisted without my consent and that lie went viral. That was legal. People said horrible things to me and about me. That was legal. No, I don’t usually feel bad about it. The comments don’t typically cut me, though there have been some exceptions. I know that these comments would hurt some of you if you had to hear or see them constantly. I know that some of you or some of your kids or friends do hear and see comments like these, and if it hurts you I respect that. I’m here to talk to you about it if you need an ear. 

You’re not alone. Let’s talk about how we strengthen ourselves to deal with it and how we can work towards maybe stopping it altogether one day. Who better to have in your corner than an unintentional Nigerian Cyclops Illuminati member? 

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Because Erica is an amazing and humble lady (well, in some ways, and larger than life in others), she did not add a link to her GoFundMe to this article submission. I am intentionally adding it (with her permission). Between what her insurance refused to cover, and lost wages between herself and her husband, shit adds up, and it adds up quick. Been there, done that, recently, with a not nearly as scary medical emergency, in my own household. A little bit of help would have been amazing, a “lot of bit” of help would have been a miracle. So if you have a buck to share, please consider sharing it. If not, please consider sharing this article to get the official word out. Punky Moms stick together. <3 Jenn

Wife, mother, beach-bum and ass-kicker; Erica has learned to embrace her particular brand of awkward and hopes to use it to inspire others. She’s a writer and owner of NerdSwag by day and a rock star by night (and sometimes mid-to-late afternoon, depending on rehearsal schedules and how her eyeliner is winged) when she sings with her band Askultura. She’s always available to speak open-mindedly about religion, feminism, sexuality, psychology, empowerment and keeping ones eyebrows on fleek.

Fungal Goes Viral: Losing My Eye to Glitter and “Going Viral” Without My Consent. Losing my eye to glitter and going viral without my consent - the full story
Fungal Goes Viral: Losing My Eye to Glitter and “Going Viral” Without My Consent


  1. Thank you so much for sharing your story! It’s so easy for people to anonymously spit out ugliness. It’s just a story right? If you were face to face with that person would you act the same? There can be such nastiness on the internet, yet I still believe in the basic goodness of people. Thanks to the internet I have been able to “meet” and interact with such good people. Thank you again for telling us your truth!

    • Joia actually says one of the reasons she most enjoys the fact that I interact in the comments section is that she gets to watch how quickly it shuts these people down. I’m not rude or anything. Normally I just engage in the conversation and explain where things are incorrect. Sometimes I have to fight gross with some biting wit. A gentleman made some sexual comments about my eye socket and I fired back like “Just my socket? I’m so sorry to hear about your condition but remember size doesn’t matter to everyone” and went on from there wishing him luck in his love life with a micropenis. He stayed quiet for a while and then finally just laughed and went “oh man, great response.”
      So the pattern thus far has been that maybe 1 out of 10 trolls will actually continue being rude or disgusting once they are given the opportunity to say it to me directly. Most back down. The ones that don’t typically say the most ridiculous stuff with such awful personalities that they get pounced on by others or just ignored and written off as a fool.

      • I didn’t think you could get any more fucking awesome until I got to this story. Horrifying story, great writing. You rock so hard.

  2. you are amazing. not only are you strong and beautiful, you want to use your experience to educate others. more power to you! you are my hero of the week :)

  3. Erica, your composure is impressive; your writing, articulate and engaging; your maturity and attitude, awe inspiring. Having just had a viterectomy on my left eye, I am floored by your fortitude throughout this whole thing. You are indeed beautiful, inside and out! May you only know health and happiness from this day forward!

    • Oh I’m sorry about the vitrectomy. I know those can be rough. Feel free to reach out to me if you want to chat or vent or talk about gross eyeball goo or anything else.

  4. You are amazing. If I had to go through this, I know the comments alone would destroy me. This sounds silly/trite but I’m honestly in awe of your strength.

    • I think at another place in my life it would have been much more devastating than it was. But I had already lost an eye, lost my hair, gained a ridiculous amount of weight … and i had to wait a few months for the prosthetic so I had to walk around in public with one eye and one “blank” for months. More than one time I would look up at someone and have have them jump back or go “OHGOD!” or something. I had already built up a resilience to that sort of thing by the time this all started happening. Not that I would ever wish it on you, at all, but I think if you had to go through it you would be strong enough to.

  5. Having not seen the original viral posts, I had no idea what was going on when I began reading your article. All I knew was that I was reading a fabulously well-written, insightful, intelligent, humorous, and amazing story. You deserve nothing but the best, and I sincerely wish for you that whatever challenges you face in the future will be small and insignificant in comparison to what you’ve been through.

    • Thank you so much! As long as I’ve got a fair bit of humor and a few people in my life who love me, I’m sure I’ll be all good regardless of what happens.

  6. I wish nothing but the best for you. When I read about the nasty comments people made, I was disgusted. Your story is so inspiring. Having gone through so much, I’m impressed by your strength and ability to have a sense of humor. Also, I think you’re pretty. Fuck anybody with anything shitty to say.

    • People say awful things, but I think i found most of it interesting as opposed to insulting. I know other people *cough*Joia*cough* got really angry about a few things that were said. In a way I think knowing people cared about me enough to get that mad let me know I didn’t need to be upset or hurt. If we’re loved and supported like that, then we’re ok.

  7. You are amazing. I’m so sorry that things spiraled so far out of control. It never ceases to amaze me how childish grown folks can act while hiding behind a computer screen.

    Can you teach me to wing my eyeliner, though? I’m probably not far from you… ;)

  8. Thankyou for writing this article and sharing your story. I cannot BELIEVE how downright dispicable people can be the moment they’re safely behind a screen. And yet, we tell our children not to bully on the playground. ?

    I admire your strength to come through what you did with such positivity! I can’t imagine feeling that kind of physical pain!

    Much love!

  9. This article should be a must read to all teenagers and how the internet can be the worst invention in the world. While reading your article I felt ashamed to belong to the human race. Isn’t it amazing how people with no face can hide behind the internet and say nasty stuff, but will never say it to your face. You are such a strong woman and should be an inspirational speaker! You have endured so much but yet you are upbeat and so very positive. God bless you, and it’s nice to know there are still people in this world that are compassionate and caring!

  10. I’m a firm believer in addressing the dark with light, especially when most people say just ignore it. Good on you! Also, excellent tattoos! I usually don’t comment about tattoos, live or online, because it’s not my body to pass judgement on, but the rampant lions have a special place in my heart and I love seeing them done well.

    You are rad.

  11. This is an amazing and educational piece; I’m just sorry as hell you had to go through all of this. People are horrifying.

    I actually want my 13yo to read this; as they conduct more and more of their social lives online they need to understand the reach and impact of online interaction. They need to learn this NOW.

  12. You are amazing. I am so sorry that you had to experience this, especially the part about the bottom dwellers that are somehow called human.. and the things they said about someone they don’t even know. The way you are handling this is a beacon in a sea of stupidity. I could only hope to handle such a situation as well as you. <3

  13. You are an amazing writer, and a beautifully resilient woman. Thank you for sharing your story. I agree that ignoring hate is not the answer. We need to call that crap out. And people need to see it called out. Wishing you and your family blessings and joy.

  14. I applaud you for not remaining silent. Silence is what allowed Hitler to kill 6 million people. You are an amazing woman; a true warrior. Way to go.

  15. I just re-read this story thanks to Joia and yourself commenting on it and it showing up in my Facebook feed. You know I couldn’t love you more than I already do, but this reminded me of what a strong, intelligent, humorous badass you are.

  16. Thanks for sharing your story and using your experience to help others. People forget that there is a real person on the other side of a story. You are amazing and beautiful inside and out!

  17. You amazing, beautiful, sweet woman! I’ve never seen any portion of this but now this original article is being shared. So glad I clicked on it to read. So glad you are a strong woman who stands up for treating people right.

  18. I’m so sorry this happened to you but love how you grew from it. You are an awesome writer and I agree that we need to call people out that are doing this and teach our kids about it. We cannot hide or be silent!

  19. Just found this radomly through pinterest. You are amazing and absolutely gorgeous on your photos. The article is beautifully written and compelling. I agree with you fully that silence and/or ignoring something is not a solution. Thank you for sharing. And wishing you lots of amazing sold-out concerts and whatever other ventures you decide to tackle.

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