Dear Miss Diary, It's 10:24am on a Tuesday, and I'm thinking about b00bs again! Yeah, the hormones have done a marvelous job at perkin' up that washboard chest, but the body is itchin' for a revamp. HRT has set the scaffolding for an art piece chronically in the works. Yet, top surgery feels less like building a shiny new front porch and more like adding wall insulation that the contractors "forgot." For some, breast augmentation is cosmetic, for others, it's life-sustaining. Growing into trans womanhood has offered me a breath of fresh air from the rigidity of my masculinized childhood. In claiming myself, I have discovered the innate right to bodily autonomy, pleasure, and freedom to be. Despite the necessity of resilience (anti-trans violence is genocide), I have basked in enough trans joy to hope for an easier existence. Because ease is a privilege not granted to many folks in this country. Nothing about attempting to prove my trans-ness to insurance companies feels easy. Nothing about the banning of medical care for trans people feels easy. Icing on the cake: Geico hiked up my auto insurance rate simply for changing my driver's license marker from "M" to an "F"! For ladies like me, the barriers to sustained stability appear endless. So I wish financial donors would help me! And Miss Diary, you know me. I'm magical and mysterious like the cosmos, and certainly, SOMETHING will pull crowdfunding together. Whether it be my charm, the cute LFEBridge photo, the quirky diary entry, or the sheer fact that I am asking for community support. I cannot recover alone, cover costs alone, or be alone in a country that scorns my existence. Together, we set ourselves free. With Love, Eve P.S. Here's a breakdown for the 5k: Insurance estimate: $4,500 Post-Recovery Food budget: $300 Post-Recovery Medical Supplies: $200 P.S.S. Anything extra will go towards covering the costs of a transition doula to help me pre/post-op!
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