Sometimes, I feel like I’m living a lie. I live my “picture-perfect” life with my house in the suburbs, husband, child and career. Meanwhile, I’m fighting an inner battle, an even bigger battle than...
I really do believe that my coworkers are afraid of the fact that I have HIV and do not want to eat any food I bring in.
A month into my marriage I discovered that I was 10 weeks pregnant and HIV positive. My husband of one month tested negative.
As you all know, this isn't a perfect world. I came to realize this better the weeks following my diagnosis.
I'm the person who thought I would kick the bucket from addiction in that crack house, where I lived and died on a daily basis, seven years ago.
I don't know how other girls like me react to stigma and injustices we suffer because of our statuses. I usually beat myself up. Sometimes, depending on the source of the stigma, I'd loathe myself.