Help Set Me Free

If you would have asked me a couple years ago where I would be right now, I probably would have said somewhere in heaven. I never would have EVER imagined myself to be where I am today. For as long as I can remember, how I felt about myself has always been a constant struggle.
As a kid, I never truly knew who or what I wanted to be. I was confused about everything there could be: my feelings, my body, my sexuality, and even my gender. Don't get my wrong, there was a time where I did, acted, and was a "normal" girl. I played with Barbies, wore dresses, and I liked my names and toenails painted.

As I got older, I started to realize that this wasn't ME. I went through many phases and changes. I became more and more tomboyish. I dressed more masculine. Cut my hair after some time. Even came to the realization that I liked women. It all seemed to come into place; But something still felt like it was missing.

I didn't know what being transgender meant until I was maybe 14 or 15 and that was thanks to Brandon Teena (May he R.I.P.). Curious as to what he went through was, I turned to the internet to find out exactly what being "transgender" was. After much research, it all finally clicked. What I was feeling was right there in front of me. I was transgender. It took me a little bit to come to terms with myself, but once I found what I had been searching for, I knew I had to act on it.

That leds me to today. After years and years of waiting, I will finally be able to start to become myself and the person I was meant to be: Andrew Ontavion Marshall. But in order for that to happen, I need help. Unfortunately along with all the strong, masculine traits I was blessed with from my father's gene pool, I so happened to be cursed with some, even though not many, feminine traits also. And one of those traits so happens to be, you guessed it, some things I like to call man boobs.

So I'm asking you today to help me. It would mean the world to me to be able to get top surgery in the next 1-3 years. To be able to finally walk around, swim, and just simply be shirtless without two weights hanging off my chest would be a dream come true and miracle. Since I don't have that much family support, don't yet have a job, and will be attending college soon, this could be my only hope. If anything makes me the most dsyphoric, it's my chest. Not only that but it's also very uncomfortable to run and exercise. Help me free myself after almost 18 years of suffering. It's as simple as reading my story or passing it on to others. (I ASK THAT YOU NOT SHARE THIS ON FACEBOOK YET BECAUSE I'M NOT OUT ON IT YET!)