For a little backstory I started starving myself around age 12 or so then cutting and then scratching the skin off my arm. Finally after about 3 years I healed enough to stop and while I still struggle to eat more than a meal a day and not pick holes in my skin I've been clean from cutting since freshman win high school. Tonight it changed.

I felt so powerless. I'm a trans man and all I want is top surgery to the point where I've wished for breast cancer just so I can get them gone. Lately I've realized itll probably be 6 years before I can even begin to afford the surgery and I feel so incredibly alone. I hope I make it that long but fuck... every day feels so long I don't know how I'll get through it.