I got my binder.

I got my binder.

I got my binder!!!

Sorry I'm just really really happy- literally the second I put it on so much of my dysphoria just went away and I decided to cook 'cuz it's lunchtime and I haven't eaten anything and for once my chest doesn't feel like it magically just got a thousand times bigger {I see cooking as VERY feminine}.

Unfortunately I obviously can't wear the binder forever and ever or else I'm jeapordizing my health but I'm still so happyyy!!

My sister's 40$ definitely did not go to waste-

Yes it was that expensive, being trans isn't fucking cheap.

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