I've spent so long roaming these discussion boards that it feels really wierd finally posting something of my own, but for some reason I felt like it was time... Anyways I am a 19 year old male who has been suffering from this for as long as I can remember. Its eerie how similar my experience was to other people on this website, and I guess it definitely makes me feel better about the insecurities I felt throughout middle school and high school (btw, my worst gyne experience was most definitely swimming class in middle school... horrible horrible stuff). For the majority of my teenage years, like almost everybody else, I associated my breast development with my obesity, and so I pushed myself to lose the weight in order to find some confidence.
A Quick Digression: is anyone as amazed as I am by the ability of our minds to rationalize how other people view us? I ask this because since I have found this website and realized my problem, I have been overwhelmed by the little quirks I have developed to hide my "problem" (for example, jeans + t-shirt = BAD, MUST CHANGE! whereas shorts + t-shirt = its all good). Not to mention the selectivity of particular t-shirts in being better at "hiding" my breasts than others, along with specific wardrobe sets that function well in covering up the problem. Why can't I realize that it always looks the same, regardless of whether I'm wearing jeans or shorts?
I guess this relates to my story, because even though I lost the weight (at some point in high school) I have always perceived myself to still be overweight. Even though I understand now that I am not, it's still hard to shake my own perception of my body, especially when I have two glaring examples of my own shortcomings staring back at me constantly. Anyways, once I got into college, I began to recognize how different I was much much more, especially since we share bathrooms and I get to see many examples of what my chest should look like, while also increasing my own insecurity even more. I've been thinking about the surgery for quite some time now, but I still can't bring myself to bring it up to my parents, whether its because of the stigma surrounding plastic surgery, or because its something superficial that I shouldn't be concentrating my thoughts on. I think its a combination of both, but, as most of you can probably attest to, its hard to say that having breasts is superficial, especially in a society like todays (and especially in an environment like college). At this point, I think I'm just looking for some validation for my desire to get the surgery... It's really hard to picture myself doing that though... As if this post isn't rambling enough: on a side note, I did work up the courage to ask my doctor about it, and he said that there was no glandular tissue, and that it was just fat (pseudogynecomastia he called it, although the term's validity seems debatable). I'm not sure how to feel about this: if i got surgery, would this make it easier to get good results? does the fact that its not full blown gynecomastia mean i should wait another year to see if it goes down (lemme just say though, that puberty definitely feels like its over for me)?
One final note: I went on a vacation to Hawaii with 3 of my closest friends last week... I didn't really think about my situation until everything had been booked (I think I was just so excited to go somewhere and leave the cold of MN i forgot about everything else)... thankfully though, these were my closest friends and although they definitely noticed, they didn't say anything at all... the trip was successful though, I had a great time and I even spent like 3 days on the beach (although at the time, it was definitely awkward/constantly on my mind)... If i can make it in Hawaii I can make it anywhere right?
Comments, questions, advice, all appreciated!