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POS body to match POS insurance

by Remmy

I'm uncomfortable I'm uncomfortable in this feminine peice of shit others call a body I look in the mirror and all I see is deadname My body isn't me My body is deadname I figured this out yesterday So I finalized my decision to get top surgery Only to find out that my insurance matches my peice of shit body Top surgery isn't covered Apparently it's cosmetic Fuck you You don't have to live in a body that's wrong It's not my fault I was put in a body with boobs and curves and bumps in all the wrong places I don't have 5000 dollars because I already had to pay for intensive outpatient therapy that insurance wouldn't cover What's the point of having insurance if it only costs and doesn't pay
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Aug 22, 2017
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#mental#health#transgender#transitioning#insurance#top#surgery
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