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im just human like you and we have all our differences so don't judge my black and yellow notebook.
I joined a pageant last December 3, 2016 for the celebration of world hiv/aids day.
I didnt won the title of Miss Aids Advocate 2017 instead I am awarded as Miss Congeniality. The feeling that Im able reach my co candidates heart that they chose me as to this award gave me more meaning why should I still woke up every morning and give some positive outlook and good vibes. Some says my existence of 4 years and still running and figthing for this kind of virus was so inspiring, brave and confidently beautiful with a heart.Last year i watched Miss Universe 2015 with my friends and the way Pia Alonzo Wurtzbach answered the last and final question made me scream so loud and proud among my gay friends with me that moment i caught myself standing and shouting that everyone are just staring at me that why im that so happy, jumping and almost crying and I went back to my composure realizing that my friends doesn't know my status yet.. That's why even though i didn't won the title Im so blessed and thankful that i had the courage to showcase my beauty and wit by joining a pageant that aims to give face and voice on behalf of the HIV/AIDS community in the Philippines it was not all about the crown I guess it was all about how I touched other people's live and still continue the advocacy.
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