Hello! My name is Ruben and I am a transgender man. Since I started puberty, I have been suffering from two huge burdens like all my trans peers. My breasts.

My mother put me out on the street when I was 19 because of who I am. Unfortunately, my whole family worships God in a cult-like way. I have lived on the streets, in college and with angelic families. I have come a long way unfortunately. My family at the moment is my supportive girlfriend and the little cat we share.

Honestly since they have been on me I have done everything I can to keep them from showing. I've wrapped myself in everything from cellux and ducktape to thicker belts.Every time I try to find better and better ways to make my breasts look flatter. Of course I've had Binders and even extremely tight sports bras. I have a huge dysphoria from them. I have had and still have days when I refuse to go out in the street when they are visible. I suffer. I suffer from the knowledge that I have two things on my body that I can't

to be either a complete human being or a complete being. Unfortunately, my surgery is terribly expensive and I don't make enough money to save. I've thought a lot about whether to do it and I don't expect anyone to donate to me, but as always I have great hope. I'm 25 years old and I can't live like this any longer. The last I heard it cost millions to have the operation so time is ahead of me, along with hope.

I'll be grateful if you send me even a penny . I'll be grateful that you make my life easier.

Thank you so much: Ruben