There is no hierarchy when it comes to abuse around a woman's body image - whether you're a celebrity or the average woman on the street. But I find it utterly shocking that these Olympians are viewed as fair game for online abusers. Worse, that the abuse has affected a gold-medal athlete so badly, she may have altered how she looks to fit an image of what other people think she should look like.
You know what's cool? Sticking together as a gender and showing our strength through our ability to support and encourage each other. Not bitching each other out by posting a picture on the internet, encouraging outsiders to laugh at the fact that women died so that we have rights.
I never neglected my babies, they knew they were loved and they always had everything they needed but I certainly wasn't hands on. I did a great deal of remote control parenting. You know the kind of parenting I mean right? When you're too tired to move from your position on the couch so you shout instructions from there and generally say yes to anything your offspring request just to make it easier on yourself.
"He treats me so well. Although he always wants to have butt sex... I say no he does it anyway, which is annoying... and he's just like 'Imogen; you have to'... One time he had so much sex with me that I passed out and then he fed me crackers! It's not as bad as it sounds."
The fact that such an image can unite 80-year-old white women and an eight-year-old black girl surely is something that should be celebrated, applauded and appreciated that we live in such an inclusive world where one image can say so much.
The western woman has power, education and compassion. She creates, connects and integrates... Childfree ladies can transform their lives radically overnight and act on impulse... Motherhood shouldn't define being a woman and we shouldn't let the 'mother-tick-yes-or-no-box' divide us.
I simply ask the modern day feminists of western society: What are you fighting for? You have the right to vote, you have the right to education, and you even have the right to voice these opinions. If anything you have it made.
What does matter is what you take away from it. Four days away from emails and social media banter made for a very welcome break and to spend an hour working out where my diaphragm exists in my body, or sing about 'Clambake' surrounded by assorted foreign accents puts a whole new perspective on life.
Nothing will get better, for men or for women, unless we can talk about rape more calmly; unless we can accept and marry into our language the fact that rape is both grotesque and horrific, banal and workaday; unless we can understand that rape isn't always the worst thing you can do, isn't always the worst thing that can happen to you - but that sometimes, it is. Rape, like life, is complicated, and we need ways to talk about that.
I'm not sure about you but I'm still figuring things out as I go along - and I don't think there is any shame in that. We might not always like what we hear but we've got to respect it all the same. The power of debate is rooted in our differences and imperfections. The tide of subsequent social and political change relies as much on our ears as our mouths.
Teenage girls across the world are publicly rejecting feminism. Now, excuse me one moment while I get inside my bomb shelter, but I can kind of see their point...