Diary

My revelation

With the recent news from Medicare, I have decided to come forward with my problem. I, like apparently a certain fraction of other Americans, believe that I was born incomplete. I feel, deep in my consciousness that my body is missing something. I look in the mirror and am surprised to see the lack. I can feel them, see them in my minds eye, but alas, they are not present.

You may call me crazy, or weird, but I know how I feel. I have tried to convince myself that it is not so, I have tried to compensate with assorted mechanical devices, to no avail. I have attempted to suppress my feelings with alcohol and athletic pursuit, but it only makes them stronger. I have sustained injuries pretending that I possess the anatomy that I clearly do not. Through some trick of fate, I was born in the wrong body.

I am not independently wealthy, nor am I powerful. But I have come to believe that surgical correction of my condition is the only future that I have. Therefore, in light of recent developments, I intend to petition Medicare to support my desire to alter, no improve, my body to better align with the way I see myself. It is my right to have live as I choose, and if I cannot afford it, then the government should help me achieve my goal of having…. wings. I want, no need, to have wings implanted on my back. I believe I can fly. I can see myself soaring through the clouds. I can see them furled on my back. I hope the generous Center for Medicare and Medicaid Services (CMS) can see it too.

After all, if we are indulging the mental illness of believing a person has been born the wrong gender with taxpayer supported cosmetic surgery, then who has a valid argument to prevent me getting wings?

 

Please support my quest for wings.