My story is likely no different than most of yours. Mother nature decided to wreck my life just about the time I entered high school and had to start showering with the other boys in gym class. Trust me, I heard it all. People asking me where my bra was, asking me if I had a sex change, calling me "bitch" or "man breasts," calling me a faggot, you name it they did it. Even my own dad told me that I need to start working out so I lose my "girl chest." I was an embarrasment to him. I've come home from school and stuck my dad's shotgun in my mouth and just held it there for almost an hour trying to muster the courage to put a shell in and pull the trigger. I used to cry myself to sleep and ask God why He did this to me.
Now I'm married to a fantastic woman and for the most part my life is good. I'm not overweight or particularly ugly, I'm just a normal kinda guy. Still, I am 33 years old and have NEVER ONCE in my entire life been to the beach. I haven't been swimming since I was about 10 years old. I wear baggy t-shirts underneath an unbuttoned overshirt year round no matter the weather. I am not exaggerating in any way shape or form when I say there is not a MINUTE of my life that goes by that I'm not thinking about my man breasts. I look at myself in the mirror and I want to throw up. I grab my chest and push it up and imagine what I would look like if I was normal like everybody else.
But that's not the real reason I'm writing this post.
No. Today I visited this website for the first time hoping to find a connection with other men who, like me, have been cursed with this horrible affliction. I made the mistake of going to the 'post your pictures' forum first to see how I stacked up (so to speak) with the rest of you folks. Well let's just say I feel much much worse now than I did 15 minutes ago. Compared to most of you guys I've got a couple of real hooters. I would kill somebody to have my horribly deformed body look as good as some of your "before" pictures. I know now more than ever what a monster I am.
Now here's the part where I do something about it.
I don't make or have alot of money, and I have no idea what the surgery is going to cost me, but I am going to finally have it done. I have about $1500 saved up and probably another $1000 at my disposal on my credit cards. If that's not enough then I'm going to sell something; my car, my motorcycle, I don't care. If that's still not enough then I'm going to sell EVERYTHING. Nothing else matters to me at this point. My goal is to be rid of these horrible man breasts within the next 3 months no matter what.