Hi everyone!
I am so happy to have found this site!! I just want to share some thoughts because for 25 years I have pretty much thought that I was alone with my problem, which apparently also has a name: gynecomastia.
Ever since I was a child I have been bothered by my unproportionally large breasts. I have had comments from my grandma, my stepfather, friends, sister etc, that have sincerly hurt me and obstructed my development into happy, normal, selfconfident young man.
One of my most horrible memories is from when I was 8-9 yrs. I was was getting my hair cut in my dad's apartement. Of course, I had to sit in my bare underware. Some of his cousins were completely mocking me, fondled my breast as I was sitting on the chair, laughing out lound and ridiculed me.
Another incident that affected me severly was when I was 12. Me and my then best "friend" went swimming in a popular lake home in Sweden. I was reluctant to taking off my shirt, but it was a warm, sunny day and I like swimming! So I took the courage to go into the water, with no shirt...My friend said: "My God, you look like a girl". Emotionally, I was devastated. As we walked into the water, some guys from the bridge started to wolfwhistle to me, indicating that I was I girl. From that day I decided never to show my self publicly without something covering my chest.
At 13, I came acoss an article about a 40 year-old man who had made a surgery, removing his breasts. I thought that is something I should do. But I thought it was something completely unattainable for me, almost as unthinkable as making myself into a woman. At that time, plastyic surgery was considered something for celebrities, vain people or maniacs. So, regrettably, I gave up that thought.
When I was 20, I thought I perhaps have Klienfelter's syndrome. So I went to the doctor. He said that there's no way I have that syndrome but he agreed that I hade "somewhat large breasts" . However, he thought they would disappear by push-ups. Encouraged by the idea that intensified training might take the breasts away, I started to go to the gym. But no matter how much I trained, the fat in my breast would not go away.
Now, I am 25 and I am in my final year in Law School. And I still train and I still have breasts. They have become somewhat smaller, but there's no denying that there is something unnatural about them.
A few days ago, I was really depressed...I surfed the net and found this page!! How LUCKY I became, relaising that the breasts CAN be removed!! I saw pictures on this page of people who have had ops and looked exactely as me before the op and exactly as I want to look after the op.
I went to the doctor today, he referred me to the suregery. On Monday I will book time for a check-up.
I have also contacted several private plastic suregery clincs about info. I will most certainly have a surgery. It is expensive, but not overwhelmingly.
Now, I feel hope and joy!!! I feel that my deepest dream is about to become true. I have something to live for. I am 25, still quite young, though I regret having spolied my childhood, my teenage years, my adolesence with having these breats. I have always felt insecure, humiliated, embarrassed, inferior. Not like a real man. Taking off my shirt in front of a girl is one of my biggest dreads. Still, I got 5 more years before I turn 30 - really old (?)
My God, this summer I might actually, for the first time in my life, be able to go to the beach with nothing covering my chest....I might feel truly normal. And HAPPY!!
Topic: The story of my life (Read 6155 times)
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