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Someone I've never spoken to decided to send this to my inbox. We're not friends. I don't know him. Yet apparently my existence upset him enough to message: "F***ing silly b*tch go die." This isn't criticism. It isn't debate. It isn't accountability. It's simply online abuse. The irony is that people often ask why advocates speak about harassment, pile-ons, and toxic online behaviour. This is exactly why. I don't know Adam Broughton, but he clearly knows who I am. Anyway, screenshot taken, report submitted, block button pressed. 🚫 If my existence annoys people this much, I must be doing something right. I won't stop actioning real life positive change and demanding accountability when needed. Those that choose to abuse further as opposed to accountability - are just proving who they really are. Pay attention. Sarah Wingfield  Actor Author Advocate  KawaiiDollDecora.uk #OnlineAbuse #Safeguarding #Advocacy #HelpfulNotHarmful #SarahWingfield ...

They Made Me Their Hobby – And I Survived Anyway I was always one of the “weird ones”, apparently. The strange girl, the alt kid, the one people didn’t quite understand but somehow couldn’t leave alone. I didn’t realise it at the time, but some people only know how to process difference by attacking it. And I was different. I didn’t shrink. I didn’t blend in. I existed — loudly, imperfectly, honestly. And that was apparently enough to make me a target. Back in the Bish Vegas days, when the goth scene had its own universe, I had hate tracks written about me. Actual songs. Imagine being a teenage girl with an alias — angelwings13 — and hearing that grown lads in the alt scene had used their “creativity” to slate you. I was shocked. My friends had to calm me down because I genuinely couldn’t believe that I was the muse for their bitterness. Of all the things they could write about, they chose a teenage girl just trying to survive. Their lyrics were vile — accusing me of STDs even though I...

Today I was spoken down to — simply because I’m white. Yes. Really. My skin tone. 😵‍💫 It’s not the first time, and let’s be honest, it won’t be the last — which is surreal, because I genuinely thought we were past this. For me, it’s bizarre because I have never judged anyone by the colour of their skin. That’s not who I am and not how I move in this world. I acknowledge discrimination in all its forms — but I choose helping over harming. Always. 🤘🏻 I was talking about the charities I work with and the support I give to women and girls globally — and I was told to “shut up” purely because of the body I was born in. It reminded me of being a child, watching people mock or fear what was simply different, instead of understanding that actions define character — not skin. My great aunt had Down syndrome, and people used to speak to her like she was less. Yet she was intelligent, warm, and deeply perceptive. Difference is not inferiority. Never has been. The woman who said this to me was...