"Let's just get rid of those..."

Hi, I'm Rex, both ferocious and charming.
I've got some uncomfortable growths in my chest.
They don't suit me.
I wish I could wave a magic wand and give them to someone else that wanted them, but I can't.
Apparently that's not how this whole transgender thing works.
I don't expect for this to be an easy process.
I'm doing bariatric surgery first, to get down to a healthy weight. That'll be covered by insurance at least.
And I'll start hormones.
And I'll keep on taking my regular medications, which retail about $1600 a month.
Then I hope to get top surgery.
The amount of suppressed hurt I have over being transgender has caused untold harm to my mental health. I've undergone more than half a dozen psychiatric hospitalizations.
I'm hoping that taking steps toward living as my authentic self will help me to heal and become less of a burden on the health care system in the future.
Think of this as an investment?
I am writing about my experiences as well. I just hope that what I've gone through can benefit someone else someday.

Find a little strength today, people. Even if it's hiding in a corner, it was tough enough to survive, so it totally counts.

Invent yourself.