Hi Caringwife,
My wife of several decades introduced me to nudist ideas. However, the shirts she bought me showed that she had no idea of the pain and grief gyne carried for me.
I've been an activist for all sorts of things all my life when I have been healthy enough.
There is acceptance to various degrees. I appear to have a familial type where breast development in boys and girls happens early and big. My birth mother and sisters, me, my son and daughters have all followed that pattern. I would expect that to continue with my grand kids. I will do my best to make sure it isn't based on a genetic vitamin problem we also all have. I don't know if connected but they could be.
There is accept and hide a lot, accept and hide some and then there is accept and open carry, to borrow a phrase, no lots of layers of loose hot clothing to cover them up. With the LBGTI community coming out of the closet, fat liberation has happened more than a decade ago and fat guys and fat guys with breasts can all wear t-shirts even though they may not have fit in the closet. So why is gyne still in the closet. Why is there so much fear to protect ones self against the feared and projected prejudices of people around one?
It's tough to bring up even with a wife. I tried to have an honest talk with first my wife and later my partner. This year I bought the t-shirts that in an earlier version when my wife picked them out, 30+ years ago, I freaked out on. My partner again says the shirts look good on me and are just fine. Part of the problem is that with all I've been through I have a tough time believing ANYTHING can actually look good on me. Isn't that an awful truth?
At least being a nudist I get a realist view of what people look like. It's like Albert Ellis said in THE AMERICAN SEXUAL TRAGEDY, the unhappiness comes from comparing ourselves to an unrealistic impossible to achieve standard of beauty set by WHO? This standard can be reached for a few years by a tiny percentage of people causing vast unhappiness. Looking at myself as a whole, compared to hundreds of others seen equally fully at a nudist club and I find that I look just fine for my age and banged-upedness. We get invites to dinners and the women dance with me. I think I look a darn sight better in many ways than the other later 60s guys. At this age and stage in life, breasts don't matter in the least. Since going to T-shirts 9 years ago I'm going one step further, no oversize, no layers and if somebody doesn't care for my breasts and nipples sticking out, that is their problem. I'm going to wear comfortable summer weight t-shirts.
I don't know how to advise your husband. At 16-18 if surgery had been available I might have had it. By 24 I had serious medical problems that have run the rest of my life and I was on the way to being a nudist. Accepting fat which I couldn't control (metabolic problems) and which everybody around me blamed on addictive eating really made me pissed off. I absolutely hated that. How do you "hide" 285 pounds. At the time of the car wreck I was about 250. I was 325 pounds by the time I could get around after the fractures. I was back down to 170 in 3 years after that. I was okay until my body crashed and the metabolism went screwy again. Then it was 285 and holding for 10 years.
Find out what it really is with your husband. If there is an overall body shame dealing with breasts won't be sufficient. To raise healthy self accepting sons with healthy body self image I would suggest you all go to the nudist club. Breasts can become a real non issue. Good luck.