My official name is Fruzsina Rossz, although I don’t really like using it anymore. My friends know me as Tóbiás or Toby. I’ll be turning 20 in February and I’m in my second year at university.

For years, I’ve felt that my appearance doesn’t reflect who I really am. A couple of years ago, I plucked up the courage to start expressing this bit by bit. The main solution that came to mind was ‘chest binding’, which made me incredibly happy – until it slowly began to damage my spine. My slouching, which went hand in hand with keeping my identity hidden, only made matters worse. I couldn’t count on my parents’ support in this regard, because it’s my own fault that I always want to be so ‘different’. They’re right, though, if being different means that I want to express my true self.

Over the summer, I realised that my mental state had hit a drastic low point; for years, the thought had been swirling round in my head that if I didn’t start the process, it would be too late, and that it would all be in vain, as I would never be a ‘real boy’, and I would never get to experience what it’s like to grow up as a boy.

My aim with this fundraising campaign is to pay for a full mastectomy. If the country is so determined to be against everything, I’d like to make the most of my chance whilst I still can.

Thank you to everyone who reads my message, and my eternal gratitude to those who support me.

Best regards,

Toby