This piece contains some language that may cause offence
Apparently I’m part of a mafia. I’m a bitch. A prostitute. Why? Because I lost a badminton match.
Welcome to the world of being a professional athlete. Particularly a female one. And let me tell you, it ain’t pretty at times.
Receiving nasty messages online sucks, to put it plainly. Some times it sucks more than others. Mostly, I honestly can just laugh it off, but it really can ruin your day just a little bit. It’s takes the shine off, you know?
There is nothing to be gained by replying to these trolls. What I’d really like to say to them is two words that wouldn’t make my grandmother very happy. And it’s really hard not to give in to my base caveman instincts of just screaming profanities.
Instead, the current course of action is to block the account, report the message to whichever social media site you are using, notify the Badminton World…