My breasts started developing late in life, as a result of hormonal problems. Their appearance came as something of a shock, and I have to admit that I am still coming to terms with the changes. The thought of having breasts had never crossed my mind, so their arrival occasioned a mixture of disbelief and panic for a while. From what I have read on the forum, many men who have had gynecomastia from puberty (or at least for many years) seem pretty relaxed about their condition now.
I find it hard to imagine how tough it must have been for those for whom breasts arrived at puberty. The teasing and bullying at school must have been awful - I think I would have found that an agonising experience, but many now show such fantastic self-confidence in their bodies, as well as compassion and reassurance to those of us starting this journey more recently. Their confidence gives me hope that I will settle down and feel more comfortable in my own skin in a year or two.
I’m adjusting to boob ownership in stages, and have only recently stated wearing a bra regularly. Previously, I would only put on a bra ahead of planned activities, like cycling or hiking. This was OK for a while, but latterly I have noticed discomfort during normal daily activity, so I’m now wearing a bra all day. I have to say feel a lot more comfortable physically, but a lot more self-conscious. I’m slowly learning what most here say - that nobody really looks or notices a moderate amount of projection (or if they do notice, they don’t care or comment) Logically, I get it, though I seems that it is something we need to prove to ourselves by experience to really accept it.
Has anyone else experienced a similar learning curve to mine? I am gradually coming to terms, but I’m still at the point where I am sometimes surprised when I catch my reflection in a mirror, or when I forget my boobs are there and catch one on an obstacle (ouch!).
I think it is great that some here are relaxed enough to feel comfortable about having breasts and to even enjoy having them. How long did it take before you felt that your breasts were simply part of who you are?