Roses are red
Violets are blue,
And so am I..
I don’t know how to start something like this without throwing a lame joke. My name is Wesam and I am an Arab transgender. It’s harshly hard for us to live in such countries, to feel unsafe and to not have any kind of support. I desperately want to start transition but it will cost me a fortune. I struggle mostly with my chest dysphoria and that is why I am here now.
I have harmed my body unintentionally during a mental breakdown. I sure thought it was a good idea to damage my breasts and call an ambulance afterwards so they’d have to be removed.
I want to feel whole and free in my own skin. I am here now, gracefully hoping that my vulnerability here would make a difference. A difference that would let me be.
I am grateful for any time taken to read this, and for any penny given to help me through this.