When I was younger, I thought heart disease was something that happened to older men. Men who smoked. Men who sat too long. Men who ignored their doctors. It wasn’t until a close friend young, vibrant, and full of life collapsed at work that I realized how wrong I was. She was 35. A mother of two. And she never saw it coming. That’s when I learned the truth: heart disease doesn’t always look the same, and it doesn’t always wait for age or warning.
Heart disease remains the leading cause of death for women in the U.S., but for women of color, the statistics are staggering.
Black women are nearly twice as likely to experience heart failure compared to white women.
Latina women face higher rates of diabetes and cholesterol both major risk factors.
Native American women have some of the lowest access to preventive care in the country.
Asian American women are increasingly affected by heart disease, yet rarely represented in research.
These disparities are not biological accidents. They are the result of systemic gaps from unequal access to healthcare to racial bias in diagnosis.
The Problem: When Women Are Told to “Calm Down”
Heart disease doesn’t always announce itself with dramatic symptoms. For many women, especially Black and Brown women, it begins quietly with fatigue, pressure, or shortness of breath that’s easy to dismiss. When we do seek help, our symptoms are too often labeled as “stress,” “anxiety,” or “hormonal.” One woman told me her doctor suggested therapy when she described chest tightness. A month later, she was hospitalized with a heart attack. This isn’t rare it’s repeated, generation after generation. We live in a world where women’s pain is often underestimated. And when that woman is of color, the risk of being ignored multiplies.
Forget the movie scenes where someone clutches their chest dramatically.
For many women, heart disease feels nothing like that. It feels like:
Constant tiredness that sleep doesn’t fix
Lightheadedness or nausea
Pain in the jaw, back, or upper stomach
Shortness of breath while resting
Subtle chest pressure, not sharp pain
It’s quiet. But deadly.
Knowing these signs isn’t about fear it’s about power. Because the sooner we recognize them, the better our chances of survival.
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After years of ignoring my own body’s signals, I finally started paying attention. I got my blood pressure checked regularly. I learned my cholesterol numbers. I began tracking my energy levels, my stress, my sleep.
What I discovered was simple but life-changing: my body had been trying to talk to me all along.
We’ve been taught to silence discomfort to keep moving, to stay strong, to smile through pain. But that strength, while admirable, can also be dangerous. True strength isn’t ignoring the signs it’s acknowledging them before it’s too late.
When I go to the doctor, I don’t settle for quick answers.
I ask for the complete picture: blood pressure trends, heart scans, inflammation markers like hs-CRP, and cholesterol fractions like ApoB.
Because I deserve thorough care and so do you.
My plate has become a form of medicine.
More leafy greens, berries, and whole grains.
Less sugar and refined oils.
Natural anti-inflammatory foods turmeric, garlic, and olive oil.
These are not just “health foods.” They’re legacy foods the same ingredients our ancestors used to stay strong.
Exercise shouldn’t feel like punishment.
Sometimes I dance. Sometimes I walk.
Movement is not just about burning calories it’s about celebrating what my body can still do.
Because it is.
Stress increases blood pressure, fuels inflammation, and weakens the heart.
I meditate, journal, take breaks and most importantly, I let myself rest without guilt.
Heart disease doesn’t just affect individuals it ripples through families. Many of us have mothers, sisters, or grandmothers who suffered in silence, dismissing symptoms because “that’s just how life is.”
We can change that cycle.
We can start conversations at dinner tables, share resources, and encourage loved ones to get screened.
We can remind one another that checking your blood pressure is not weakness it’s wisdom.
Personal change is powerful, but it’s not enough.
We need a healthcare system that reflects and respects our realities.
That means:
More representation of women of color in medical research.
Culturally competent care that understands different lifestyles and risk factors.
Accessible screenings and education in underserved communities.
Public health campaigns that speak directly to us, not around us.
This isn’t a luxury. It’s justice.
At Ravoke, we stand for awareness that transcends data awareness that empowers real people to protect their hearts and their futures.
My grandmother used to press her hand to her chest and say, “I’m fine.” But she wasn’t. And for years, neither was I because I inherited that silence. We can’t afford to pass that down again. The next generation deserves more more knowledge, more care, more conversations about health that go beyond appearances. We have to make it normal to ask, to test, to question, and to talk about our hearts with honesty.
Heart disease may be silent, but we don’t have to be.
If your body feels different speak.
If your doctor brushes you off speak louder.
If your mother says, “It runs in the family,” remind her that it doesn’t have to run forever.
Your heartbeat is not just rhythm it’s your story. It carries the strength of generations who survived, and it deserves care, attention, and respect. So take a breath. Make that appointment. Because protecting your heart isn’t selfish it’s sacred.