Help Beck Get Top Surgery!

I'm Beck, and if you know me you know it's been a rough couple of years.

I've struggled my entire life with not feeling like me. From as far back as I can remember, I put on a mask, pretending to be the perfect girl, the A+ student, the athlete, the hard worker. Later on, that mask became an eating disorder, alcoholism, anything to avoid being me because I felt there was something so inherently wrong with me that no one could like me for who I was.

The one thing that always felt right was my love for animals. I started working at an animal shelter in 2019, and since then, I've worked to save every life I can. Working in shelter clinics has been the greatest thing that I've ever done, but I hadn't taken the time to heal myself yet and I crashed and burned.

When you're at the bottom anything is possible. 3 years ago I came out as non-binary, started my transition journey, left a bad relationship, entered a healing one, and started to accept who I was. But it wasn't enough. I continued to spiral down, lost and unsure of where my life would lead.

Over this last year I made a commitment to growth. I got sober, did a lot of therapy, and changed everything about my life, from my state of mind to the state I live in. I have dreams now. I'm able to truly care for animals and give them the lives they deserve. I'm able to do what I love and work in shelter clinics. One day, I hope to have my own rescue where forgotten people and animals come together to create something beautiful.

The last two years have been hell, to put it lightly, but today I'm the most true version of me I've ever been. I'm trans, I'm in recovery, and I'm able to give back by helping shelter animals at every opportunity.

Last June I started feeling safe, secure, and supported for the first time in years so I decided to take a huge step and schedule top surgery. Surgery would mean no more pain from too tight binders, blisters from tape, shrugged shoulders and over sized hoodies to hide my chest.

It would also mean safety in this changing political climate. I'm terrified of the future and what it looks like. I need my body to feel like mine before surgery is no longer a possibility for me.

I scheduled top surgery, saved, got the right health insurance, and made sure everything was lined up financially and at work.

Then BAM.

My dog, who was my protector for so long, got cancer and had his leg amputated on 1/14/25. I'm so grateful I'm finally in a place where I can be his protector now and get him the care that he needs.

I spent all of my money (and then some) on his surgery.

The same day, I got a letter from my surgeon that I need to pay $5,915.00 by 1/22/25 in order to keep my surgery spot.

I wanted to cancel it and give up, to curl back under my many masks and accept that my body will never feel like mine. This huge, incredible community that I've built up over the last year came forward to tell me no, to crowdfund, to do the uncomfortable thing and ask for help. That anything is possible if I just keep going and don't do it alone.

So here I am, asking for help.

By donating or sharing you'll be a part of my journey, you'll help me grow towards healing and safety. You'll lift dysphoria and give the gift of freedom. I thank you from the bottom of my heart for lifting me in a time of heartbreak and need.