Sage's Top Surgery Fund

My Name Is Sage.
And I am an FTM transgender individual.
If you stumbled upon this page by accident, here is a little information for you; I present my coming out letter.


Dear family, friends, strangers and who else it may concern,
I have come to a point in my life where I can no longer hide in a body that does not reflect the person inside. This shell has become nothing more than a struggle and a burden on my shoulders. And I will try to explain this the best way I can.
From a very, very young age, I have never felt like a girl. In fact, anybody from my childhood should have seen this and noted that it was more than just being a Tom boy. I didn't really think about gender and biological sex, but I knew something was more than different about me.
I felt like a boy.
Except what I felt, was the opposite of what biological sex I was. I ignored these feelings, and I figured everybody felt the same way to a certain extent. I didn't question my parents about it much.
Puberty hit, and I became disgusted with my body. I hated my hips, my breasts, and any feminine feature. It never felt right, and I knew something was off. At this point in time, I questioned if anybody else was feeling this way. What if I was the only one? What if this is what it feels like inside, to be gay? Is that all that's going on?
I kept all of these feelings hidden deep within me. I didn't know there were others out there like me. I didn't know what it was to begin with. I was scared, alone, and confused.
I came out as gay in high school. I figured that's what was causing me to feel like I was in the wrong body. I thought it had something to do with my sexuality. I was wrong.
But because of coming out, I learned so much about the LGBT community. I bet many of you don't know what the T in LGBT stands for. If you don't, let me be the first to inform you. It stands for Transgender. I didn't know this until educating myself about the community further. I slowly started to realize that everything that I felt, made sense, and it had a name too. Gender dysphoria, or its medical name, Gender Identity Disorder. I was both so relieved and so terrified. The current medical approach to treatment for persons diagnosed with gender identity disorder is to support the individual in physically modifying the body to better match the psychological gender identity. Otherwise known as transitioning. Coming out as gay was hard enough. Coming out as a transgender person? It felt impossible. My anxiety would rise every time I thought about it. I cried myself to sleep thinking I would never be accepted for this. That I was a freak, some sort of a fuck up, the family black sheep, the outcast. There were many times in my life that I wanted to commit suicide, to the point of needing hospitalization. I never gave anybody a direct reason for these suicidal tendencies. But I will come out and say that they stemmed from gender dysphoria.

My dear friends and family, my gender is not female, nor was it ever. I am male, even if my biological sex does not show it. I ask you at this time, to either accept me for who I am, with open arms, or erase me from your life. I will no longer hide. I will no longer fear rejection. This is who I am.
For those of you that have known, thank you for sticking by me and supporting me. You mean the absolute world to me, and I love you. And thank you, to the best person God could ever give me, for your undying love and support through all of this. I love you more than anything, Tabitha. Thank you for doing the same.
I'm sure there will be many questions. All I ask is you to be respectful in asking them. I am not opposed at all to educating those who seek more knowledge. If you AT ALL have anything negative to say, you feel that I am making a mistake, or are unsupportive in any way: unfriend me, block me, erase me from your life because I do not need you in mine. That goes for friends, as well as, God forbid, family members.

Thank you,
Sage Alberts.


This GoFundMe page is for my very expensive, but very much needed, gender reassignment surgery, aka top surgery. This surgery usually costs around $8500. I work 60+ hours a week with a job that pays salary, a very low salary at that. I'm working on saving at least $100 every month for my surgery, and hoping to make up the rest through  this campaign. Keep in mind I also have to pay for my testosterone prescriptions and therapy sessions, which we all know can run at a high price.

Any little bit helps, and every dollar brings me closer to my true self. I believe in paying it forward, and that's what I plan to do as I raise money for my surgery. Thank you so much for stopping by, and thank you so much more if you decided to donate. Your support is everything to me.