my life. My recovery consisted of me taking the time to heal and learn about myself, going to therapy and reading a lot of books.”
“The one truth I have for Black women about HIV is that it can happen to any one of us. We sometimes don’t think we are the “kind of woman” at risk for HIV. We often place ourselves on a pedestal mentally, but don’t follow through physically or verbally. We don’t actually have the important conversations with our partners nor are we getting tested for HIV.”
Hydeia was only seven when she had her Magic moment.
She was the tiny grade-schooler. He was one of the world’s greatest basketball players.
As she cried, Magic Johnson reached his giant right hand out and placed it on her shoulder. Neither knew what their futures held, but they had one thing in common bigger than both of them: They were HIV-positive.
“I want people to know,” Hydeia said, sniffling, “that we’re