Here's What Makes Top Surgery Different From a Mastectomy
My binder was never tight enough for me. I tugged and fussed, checking myself from the side in the mirror. No matter what I did, my breasts were still there. Photographer: Sire Leo Lamar I was aware ofgender dysphoria, but the constant, nagging irritation of my breasts was unbearable. I felt guilty for wanting what they had or, rather, what they didn’t have. Life withouta bindersounded like a dream come true....