So after years of living with gynecomastia the time has finally come, I have surgery with Karidis tomorrow (27/09). I have been lurking these forums for about 3-4 years now, but have only really become an active poster in more recent times. Before I begin I'd like to say a huge thanks to everyone on the forum, you have all been a total inspiration and a great help to me over the years.
My Story
I was a pretty fat kid at school. In my early teens I weighed a whopping 16stone (my heaviest), which is pretty shocking for my short height at that age. I first noticed my moobs (eurgh, hate the word) at the age of 12 or so.
At that young age I just put it down to being fat, all through school I became more and more self conscious about them. These things just don't leave you ha. My Dad once took me to the docs about it, the doctor said it was puberty and they would go down with age... liar.
I was yoyo dieting at the time, didn't really shift much weight. College was the same story until the last year when I became determined to sort it out.
I began hitting the gym HARD (hours on the treadmill, bench pressing repeatedly) and eating well to try and rid myself of my belly and boobs. The belly started to go down but the boobs didn't. This meant that I had a disproportionate body, which made it look worse. I got to uni at about 14 stone, no change up top.
At Uni I knew there was something abnormal going on as my weight continued to drop (I was still working out very hard). It became more and more of a problem. I hated any situation involving having your shirt off. I never swam. i never changed at the gym. i walked to the shower in my clothes and left in different clothes rather than in a towel like everyone else. I disliked sunny weather where everyone else had their tops off and I couldn't because of what I had underneath. The list goes on. It's worth mentioning that my nipples were (and still are) like 50p pieces compared to all the other guy's 5p's.
I was using the bodybulding forum at the time (sure some of you will have seen it), and was searching on how to flatten my chest, that's when I heard about gynecomastia. I began looking into it more and thought that I was perhaps a sufferer.
Between first and second year (I was about 19 at this time) I weighed in at approx 12 stone. The more I looked into the possibility, the more I though that I might have it. There is that test you can do where you grab your moobs and feel if there is something that doesn't feel like normal fat under your nips. I did this, it didn't feel normal but I was still unsure.
Rolling on a few years of working at uni I gradated, maintaing the 12stone or so. At the end of 2011, I made the new years resolution to get a job and sort it out. I was determined to at least get a consultation to see if my suspicions were true. Shortly after new year I managed to get a place and moved to London. It was hard financially since it was only an internship so all of my money was going on rent and living (hardly enough even for that in London!). Doing my calculations I knew it would be years before I could get close to affording surgery. I at least booked a consultation for early Sept and Karidis confirmed that I do in fact have gland under my nips.
I began looking for payment options, got rejected for a loan or two. I knew that it was either wait a few years living with this self esteem draining condition whilst saving up, or ask for help. I turned to my mum. I haven't told anyone else in real life. She was so understanding and let me have the money to get it done. I will repay one day. FOR ANYONE ELSE IN THIS SITUATION, DON'T HESITATE TO TELL SOMEONE, it makes it so much easier I promise you, I wish I'd asked earlier if I'm honest, or at least saved my student loan.
That leads me to now. Less than 12 hours before surgery. Apologies if that story was boring, it was good to reminisce. There are so many hurtful and awkward situations that I could have written about but it was sort of satisfying remembering them whilst writing.
Before pics:
(the pics don't do them justice if I'm honest, it was kind of cold in my bathroom ha):
I'll hopefully check in tomorrow. We'll see how it goes.
Thanks again to all of you.