- Reason: Cosmetic
- Ethnicity: White / Caucasian
- State / Region: vancouver, BC
- Country: Canada
- Listed: September 20, 2017 12:40 am
- Expires: 54 days, 19 hours
Hey all you kind people!
So first off, I’m a guy, which I’m realizing isn’t as normal on here, but not being normal is why I’m here.
I’m 21 my name is Michael, and recently I’ve become aware of what I look like, with the issues and limitations it brings and it shook me ferociously.
I realized I have primary microcephaly aka I have a smaller head. And genetically lucky me, also blessed with the smallest jaw/chin, which directs way more attention to the first issue.
My parents never told me this, I found out one earth shattering night in the beginning of my adult life living alone. I know now though, I know now why, when I walked into the convenience store, everyone stopped talking and starred at me, and when I left they all laughed at me. That’s always a good feeling haha. But long from the only one, my own mom looks at me like I’m a monster, she looks uncomfortable, and avoids eye contact. Haha my own mom. Which is why I’m here.
I want to live a normal life, one where I’m not receiving judgmental looks every time I leave my apartment, where I’m not perpetually dismissed as worthless, where I can go to work and not turn around and see people snickering.
I’ve had significant anxiety & depression due to this, but the Michael inside is a joking outgoing open-minded guy who loves to learn. I can’t translate my personality due to a vocal disorder (I know, lucky me, what isn’t wrong with me?) but I’m sorting that out – puberphonia, to those who were wondering (Michael Jackson also had it!)
I moved to Vancouver two years ago to be a movie star, haha that’s the identity I thought I was & working towards for my whole life, so you can imagine what a fun shock it was to now just desperately want to be normal. I’m trying, been working out everyday. I was fired for missing work, because I was to scared to go, to get ostracized. I have little money left, one months rent and good ol’ kd money.
Nietzsche said you can survive any why if you have a how. So I’m hoping that by telling you great people here, my story that maybe you can relate and help me out. Plastic surgery for jaw is $3,000.
I’m afraid that without this, then I’m without a how, and then surviving is something I can’t imagine past running out of money.
Thank you to all who’ve read this and are contemplating donating, it would mean the world to me, you will be literally saving a life and id be immeasurably in your debt!