In my teens, I started developing man breasts (I wouldn't know the term gynecomastia until my late 20s). As a kid, I was constantly picked on. Part of this had to do with my breasts, but I was also overweight, quiet, shy, lack self confidence, and being gay (although I wasn't out but my peers could tell) As I moved from junior high to high school, a lot of the self confidence issues changed. I became a member of the football team (defensive lineman), became an honor student, and somehow became one of the mid-level popular kids (still not sure how that happened). I still had the breasts but had found a way to cover them up with clever clothing choices.
In college, I came out and dated. I also lost weight. At my heaviest, I weighed 320 pounds and by the time I finished my master's degree, I was 260 pounds. I moved from the south to NYC where I began work on my PhD. Also, I started going to the gym regularly and built muscle tone as well as dropping more weight. At my lightest, I was 225 pounds.
As a gay man in NYC, I was certain that I would be out of the dating market but not so. I had no problem getting dates, and most men generally liked the breasts. I remember one guy who was super muscular and should have been on the cover of a fitness magazine who loved them. He couldn't believe they were mine, and he couldn't stay away from them. My experience was so positive that it increased my confidence. Eventually, I met a guy who would be my partner. We enjoyed each other company but I was still apprehensive when I took my shirt off for the first time in his presence. He was fine, and we are still together nearly 13 years later. And while I have a wonderful supportive partner and family, great career and terrific friends, I am still somewhat bother by my gynecomastia.
I'm not a swimmer but when I go to the beach, I won't take off my shirt. I go the gym regularly but won't change in the locker room (I live close to my gym and just wear my workout clothes to and from). I am still very consciously aware of my clothing options. When I lived in NYC, I met with Dr. Jacobs about the surgery. I was excited about the possibility but I had to question why I would still get it done. In the end, I chose not to but that was largely because I couldn't see spending the money on the surgery when I could use it to take a great vacation to France, Italy or Australia. So, I didn't do it. Yet, I still think about it at times.
Last year, I turned 40 and by and large, I feel great and am pleased with my life. I eat healthy (for the most part with the exception of a pack of Little Debbies--damn her--every now and then), go the gym regularly, laugh daily and surround myself with positive people.
As of now, I still not certain if I will get the surgery or not. I do know that I am closer to complete acceptance than I had ever been but there are still moments when I wish I was comfortable taking my shirt off. I suppose it is a learning process, and I'm still learning.