I'm nineteen, and in college. I've had gynecomastia since I was about thirteen. the doctor like everyone else said that in a few years when the girls started coming around, I'd shape up and it wouldn't be a problem. It never happened, instead I got heavier and the problem got worse. I started wearing tight t-shirts, slouching, pulling my tshirt down when around people, folding my arms, and I even started wearing this spandex outfit under my clothes that kept them from being, I guess, bouncy. My friends and family started making fun of me, they make it seem like its all fun and games but no one knows what true torment this problem causes. You can't say anything back to them, in fear that they may talk about me more. People use to whisper behind my back, and it got to the point where sometimes I'd lock myself in my room, a bathroom or something, and just cry. My brothers have all been active in sports, and in the shape of their lives, and that puts pressure on me to be up to par to peoples perceptions of how I should be. I've have never had a girlfriend, because I was always afraid of rejection and disgust. My brothers took me to a club last week and I wouldn't dance with anyone because I was afraid people would get too close and feel my chest. My brothers thought it was because I was afraid of girls, and they even started propositioning girls to dance with me. It was sooo embarrassing. My mother has been the only true godsend in this whole mess, she's the one who tells me "you have nothing to be ashamed of, there are many other men out there with the same problem." I didn't believe her, or truly believe her until I decided today to google my situation. the voila, I'm not alone anymore. I emailed my mother his website and she's checking it out right now. She told me to have faith that things would work out, and we could have this operation. I'm holding on to my faith, and you guys' stories are helping me a lot. Thanks