As a woman, I know what it feels like to be invisible. As a Black woman that feeling is sometimes intensified. It gets juxtaposed with occasionally being the person everyone is looking at, but not really seeing. In a time of "racial reckoning" such as what's currently going on in the world right now, the need to be seen, and heard, is more important than ever if we expect to elicit change.
Being a minority woman living with HIV comes with a bit of invisibility. Forgive my bluntness, but I imagine being anything other than a gay man living with HIV is a little like that. I'm trying not to be offensive—only to live my truth by saying that, but the truth always seems to offend someone these days. My truth is that I am a Black woman living with HIV, and sometimes I struggle to be both seen and heard.
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