... Not in this society we live in, anyway. Let me begin the story by exhibiting myself:
I'm a seventeen year old, I've always been chubby. I never really knew what Gynecomastia was until I lost all of my fat off (Well, most of it
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I used to think that when I lose all of my fat, my boobs would go as well. And so, that was my primary goal in my diet. I worked hard, I ran everyday. I pushed myself to the limits, and I lost a lot of weight. My mother would look at me and get freightened, my cheekbones were showing, my collarboes as well. My family used to call me a walking skeleton for a while, and then.. I was forced to eat more haha. What drove me to do that? Well, I wanted to look better, sure, but there was something deeper. I think it was all that trauma I suffered from my man boobs. I never took my shirt off, I was a constant (still am.) target to be made fun off, and people from my school kept.. pinching my breasts as if to say if that's even real. I remember one day I sort of ducked to get something while talking to my friend, and my chest sort of squeezed and showed beyond the shirt, and he just looked at me with a horrified look and asked "What the hell is that!?"
Anyway! I started looking on to it a year ago, on the web, to find I have a condition called
Gynecomastia. I immidietly began looking for articles and for "cures". So many scammers would offer their e-books for a couple of dollars that would show "magical" ways to eliminate gyno forever... I ended up begging my parents to get me through a surgery. They were foreign to the condition, my father including... He didn't want me to just go through a surgery. After pushing it on end, they finally gave in JUST to see a doctor about it. The doctor said it isn't Gyno, fine, whatever. Give up? Never. We went to see an Endocrinologist (After the army sent me to investigate my boobs... I'm enlisting.) And she said it's nothing hormonal, but that's DEFINETLY gyno. And that I should seek surgical help should I feel it is damaging me.
So yeah, I finally got what I needed, that "pass", and living in a social country, we went to get some sort of a permission from a commissioner that would give his word that this surgery should take place, that's after we visited a plastic surgeon that indeed confirmed that's severe gynecomastia. The Proffessor Commissioner was very rude, I'm not easily offended but he seriously treated me as if I'm just some scum, I had to raise my voice at him and convince him that "Scars are better than man breasts!!"
At the end, he said that he'd give his word, and that the operation is confirmed. Hooray, right? Nope buddy. You're up for the waiting list. Which takes a year to get to you. And a quick look through Google reveals that the surgeons that work with the health service are un-professional, don't eliminate gynecomastia completely, and don't even provide those pressure/compression shirts that are used for draining post-op... I don't have 9,000$ for a private surgeon. All that wouldn't be too much of a problem, if not already... The fact that I will possibly never be with a girl pre-op (Intimacy can't be achieved.. I stop it right away), the fact that I can't take my shirt off... But I'm enlisting soon. And soon means in 4 months... Which isn't enough time to get an operation and heal... And odds are, my comrades will see my gyno, and the vicious circle of high school will start again... Is there hope? I think not...