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Growing up in the hood in South West Atlanta was one of the hard things for me, especially being HIV-positive. It truly wasn’t the best example of role models to teach me how to care for this disease or this infection that my mom so-called left me. Losing her couldn’t explain the pain that it left me having to deal with, let alone trying to cope and fit in with society. I’m like, I’m perinatal Infected with HIV, no one will ever love me, they will always judge, plus I’m always sick, so there’s really no hope for little ole Derinthia. Until one day I finally woke up and said, I am more than enough.
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