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In this little village in Kent, some of the kids had never seen a black person before. They just had no idea…

I had to bring up my son without a dad because of the stigma of HIV. By then, I just wanted a friendship, just so he could know his son. But he was so scared.

I needed to be able to work to support my children, I couldn’t get pregnant again. I could see them crying and I couldn’t give them anything…

I stayed silent and told no one but my sister. I felt so alone. I lived in fear of being judged a promiscuous black woman…

Back in the Philippines, I saw my siblings drinking water mixed with sugar in order to survive. I knew I had to do something…

It’s hard not to self-doubt – am I being a good mother, am I being a good student, am I being a good nurse?

My girl will have to contend with having a much older mother and come to terms with her conception. I will be honest with her and keep no secrets…

I know that if women had more confidence to say no to sex without a condom, many wouldn’t be in the situation we are in now…