My Transformation
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Imagine that you are transgenderd.
Imagine waking up everyday in a body that is foreign to you.
Imagine the anxiety inducing reality that what people see has nothing to do with how you feel inside.
Imagine spending years being bullied because your feminine manners don't align with your masculine features.
Imagine hating yourself every day for 48 years because you are not "you."
Imagine a lifetime of wanting to die because you feel you will never be seen as the woman you are inside.
Imagine feeling like you can't share with anybody, ANYBODY, what makes you so sad.
Imaging pretending to be happy so as to not have to try to explain your sadness.
Imagine never letting anybody in, because you feel that who you are inside can never come out.
Imagine never feeling love, because you hate yourself so much.
Imagine feeling like your parents would fall apart if they knew the "real" you.
Imagine hiding your life from your family so they wouldn't discover the "real" you.
Imagine having to get dressed every day in clothes meant for someone else.
Imagine getting beaten up for wearing clothes that felt like yours.
Imagine constantly monitoring the way you sit, talk, eat, laugh, cry, love, share, shop, run, throw, catch, walk and even pee.
Imagine never, EVER, thinking that you could be accepted, loved, seen or touched as the person you've been sequestering inside for your entire life.
Imagine that society, in general, didn't understand what "Transgender" meant...if people assumed you were deviant, or a sin.
Imagine trying for years, to drown your depression, anxiety and sorrow (who you really are inside) with alcohol and drugs.
Imagine attempting to take your own life because you are so hopeless that there will ever be a way "out."
Imagine living through that suicide attempt and awakening still stuck in a selfless self.
Imagine you decided to work on that self.
Imagine you get sober.
Imagine you attain some clarity about who you really are, and what you need to do about it.
Imagine countless hours of therapy....of figuring yourself out.
Imagine finding the courage to tell your friends and family.
Imagine your surprise at the support you're given.
Imagine the first time you trepidatiously walk out the door in make-up.......trying to avoid your neighbors at all costs.
Imagine that, in time, the you that was buried deep inside starts to find her feet....to feel more comfortable as "she," not "he."
Imagine that with hormones and practice that "he" is fading away and "she" had blossomed from "his" space.
Imagine truly smiling for the first time in years, because you're free and feeling the joy that had found space inside you since "she" has arrived.
Imagine that you want to go to the gym, but you have to change at home, because you can't use the locker room.
Imagine that every time you get dressed, you have to tuck, tape, stuff, and hide your genitalia so it isn't noticeable.
Imagine that every time you come out of the shower, you avoid looking at yourself in the mirror, because parts of your body do not belong.
Imagine finding yourself, and seeing somebody else's body in your reflection.
Imagine learning to love yourself, but your body is foreign.
Imagine knowing that there is a solution, that there is a surgery that could bring your "selves" together...that could change things so much...that would free you from so much...a surgery that could change your world completely...that it's necessary; a surgery that is here, that is available, that could be done tomorrow, but isn't covered by insurance, and, most blaringly, that YOU CAN'T AFFORD.
I do not have the funds for this life changing surgery that I so desperately need.
It is time to truly HONOR who I am; in my entirety.
I have decided I am getting this surgery, and am now reaching out to my amazing friends asking for their support to assist me in reaching my financial goal of $35,000 which will cover the cost of the surgery. Anything you can spare helps....from $1.00 to $100.00 to $500.00.
To say I am grateful for your consideration would be a gross understatement. My life mission is to utilize this experience and help others struggling with being transgender, and support them through their process. I am not a victim. I am a survivor.
In advance, thank you for your consideration in helping me to HONOR my truest self.
If you can find it in your heart to support me, and share this post and my GoFundMe page, it will help me to move forward and possibly help another person struggling in very similar shoes to mine.
We are not alone. Together we can do amazing things!
Thank you from my whole heart.
Imagine waking up everyday in a body that is foreign to you.
Imagine the anxiety inducing reality that what people see has nothing to do with how you feel inside.
Imagine spending years being bullied because your feminine manners don't align with your masculine features.
Imagine hating yourself every day for 48 years because you are not "you."
Imagine a lifetime of wanting to die because you feel you will never be seen as the woman you are inside.
Imagine feeling like you can't share with anybody, ANYBODY, what makes you so sad.
Imaging pretending to be happy so as to not have to try to explain your sadness.
Imagine never letting anybody in, because you feel that who you are inside can never come out.
Imagine never feeling love, because you hate yourself so much.
Imagine feeling like your parents would fall apart if they knew the "real" you.
Imagine hiding your life from your family so they wouldn't discover the "real" you.
Imagine having to get dressed every day in clothes meant for someone else.
Imagine getting beaten up for wearing clothes that felt like yours.
Imagine constantly monitoring the way you sit, talk, eat, laugh, cry, love, share, shop, run, throw, catch, walk and even pee.
Imagine never, EVER, thinking that you could be accepted, loved, seen or touched as the person you've been sequestering inside for your entire life.
Imagine that society, in general, didn't understand what "Transgender" meant...if people assumed you were deviant, or a sin.
Imagine trying for years, to drown your depression, anxiety and sorrow (who you really are inside) with alcohol and drugs.
Imagine attempting to take your own life because you are so hopeless that there will ever be a way "out."
Imagine living through that suicide attempt and awakening still stuck in a selfless self.
Imagine you decided to work on that self.
Imagine you get sober.
Imagine you attain some clarity about who you really are, and what you need to do about it.
Imagine countless hours of therapy....of figuring yourself out.
Imagine finding the courage to tell your friends and family.
Imagine your surprise at the support you're given.
Imagine the first time you trepidatiously walk out the door in make-up.......trying to avoid your neighbors at all costs.
Imagine that, in time, the you that was buried deep inside starts to find her feet....to feel more comfortable as "she," not "he."
Imagine that with hormones and practice that "he" is fading away and "she" had blossomed from "his" space.
Imagine truly smiling for the first time in years, because you're free and feeling the joy that had found space inside you since "she" has arrived.
Imagine that you want to go to the gym, but you have to change at home, because you can't use the locker room.
Imagine that every time you get dressed, you have to tuck, tape, stuff, and hide your genitalia so it isn't noticeable.
Imagine that every time you come out of the shower, you avoid looking at yourself in the mirror, because parts of your body do not belong.
Imagine finding yourself, and seeing somebody else's body in your reflection.
Imagine learning to love yourself, but your body is foreign.
Imagine knowing that there is a solution, that there is a surgery that could bring your "selves" together...that could change things so much...that would free you from so much...a surgery that could change your world completely...that it's necessary; a surgery that is here, that is available, that could be done tomorrow, but isn't covered by insurance, and, most blaringly, that YOU CAN'T AFFORD.
I do not have the funds for this life changing surgery that I so desperately need.
It is time to truly HONOR who I am; in my entirety.
I have decided I am getting this surgery, and am now reaching out to my amazing friends asking for their support to assist me in reaching my financial goal of $35,000 which will cover the cost of the surgery. Anything you can spare helps....from $1.00 to $100.00 to $500.00.
To say I am grateful for your consideration would be a gross understatement. My life mission is to utilize this experience and help others struggling with being transgender, and support them through their process. I am not a victim. I am a survivor.
In advance, thank you for your consideration in helping me to HONOR my truest self.
If you can find it in your heart to support me, and share this post and my GoFundMe page, it will help me to move forward and possibly help another person struggling in very similar shoes to mine.
We are not alone. Together we can do amazing things!
Thank you from my whole heart.
Organizer
Tomaya Lebo
Organizer
Mount Holly Springs, PA