When did you start excepting you for you?

[Parity]

I thought about all the conversations In the acceptance sections and made me think.  So much of whats said is by a very few compared to the number of members.  So I thought why not pick a question to answer and lets see if it helps those on the fence.

  If you could have a conversation now with a younger you, what would you say?


  What helped you accept your breast growth and decide to just live with it?


  For me accepting means to bra up some times and other times take measures to hide the growth.  At times hiding with a bra also.  Is that not really accepting?

  
  Is accepting and not caring an age thing?  Post work and the work world?  Kids out of the house?


For me, I never put it all out there in full display.  Not ashamed of my body and its shape but try to not not be the poster child of "men have boobs too".   Also, I have always had a fuller body shape lets say.  Not so much fat as broad chested lets say.  got away with shirtless as a kid but larger for a boy.  My mind set was always inline with my body shape.  I was comfortable being me.  Softer and could relate  with the girls without problem.  

So.... More from me later.  What do you think?
  


  

[Dudewithboobs]

Great range of questions! 

If you could have a conversation now with a younger you, what would you say? I didn’t develop until 32/33. I suppose not much I would say given it was 5/6 years ago. 


  What helped you accept your breast growth and decide to just live with it? 

Honestly a surgeon was just incredibly honest with me and talked to me and changed my mind. At then I was just budding. Now a small c cup and I find his words still encouraging and a reason why I “deal with it”. And this forum of course has helped in many stages of growth that created concerns and helped me learn to accept it. 

  For me accepting means to bra up some times and other times take measures to hide the growth.  At times hiding with a bra also.  Is that not really accepting? 

I don’t think accepting comes with a bra. It comes with acknowledging what you have. And not being bothered by it. It doesn’t dictate how you view yourself and you don’t feel embarrassed by it whether shirtless or in a bra or braless. Accepting to me is embracing what you have and not letting it run your every decision. 
Some days I can wear a bra, other days I can’t. Some shirts my breasts show very much and others don’t. I don’t mind any longer either way. I’m not a DD by any means but accepting to me is accepting what they are, and being totally content with it. 

  
  Is accepting and not caring an age thing?  

I definitely think so. As we mature the sense of F It takes place of F Me in insecurity’s. It’s a reason I’m sure kids are jerks to those dealing with it coming to age. And as adults no one is teasing anyone over it. Emotional maturity is second to age and of course younger people may be more emotionally mature than older and can deal with it better. Just depends on the person but I’d say the majority yes age helps. 


Post work and the work world?  
I imagine retired folks have it pretty easy in that regard. Worrying about random people at a store seems easier than colleagues and co workers who may whisper among eachother. 

Kids out of the house? Having a kid is tough. When she comes and gives me a hug or jumps on my back or whatever I often feel like an idiot and foolish and embarrassment. It’s one of few moments I feel absolutely insecure 

[WPW717]

Never had these issues or thoughts over my lifetime. Just a guy who works for a living. Then all of a sudden in retirement a ball bat to the head and a journey into left field & the twilight zone. The onset was very quick, months. Boy were the boobs sore! Roller coastered with health care and endocrine calamities one after another. 

The camaraderie & information I found on this site allowed me to sail through calmer waters to arrive at what I call acceptance. Have come to love my breasts and as an oldster the Alfred E Neuman “ What, me worry ? “ attitude predominates. 
It’s been so long ago that I was young, I don’t even remember the younger me. He was a different critter.
I do enjoy learning of everyone else’s experiences here, It is enlightening.

[taxmapper]

  If you could have a conversation now with a younger you, what would you say?

Accept that you are different. You always have been and dont try to be the thing THEY want you to be. Your in between the sexes. Accept it and be blessed by and by.

  What helped you accept your breast growth and decide to just live with it?

I always accepted because when they started I instinctively knew they were supposed to be there.

  For me accepting means to bra up some times and other times take measures to hide the growth.  At times hiding with a bra also.  Is that not really accepting?


Acceptance is not trying to be something you are not.
  
  Is accepting and not caring an age thing?  Post work and the work world?  Kids out of the house?


Partially yes, partially no.

Yes because you realize all the noise and fuss, no one really cared. 

No becuase anyone at any age can accept. 

[Justagirl💃]

  If you could have a conversation now with a younger you, what would you say?


  What helped you accept your breast growth and decide to just live with it?

Younger self, it's okay to be different you don't have to fit in.
Every individual on this planet is born different, it is social norms that try to fit everybody into General boxes. It's nothing but a big lie.

I had no choice but to accept it when I was younger because they weren't going anywhere. I did do the concealment option for most of my life hiding behind layers, baggy shirts, darker colors, and bib overalls.

It was this platform that finally brought out full acceptance of who and what I am. My grandmother was right in nicknaming me "Birdie" at a young age, and teaching me how to sew and knit and do all the girly things. My father was incorrect In forcing me to get testosterone treatments for a couple years and make me abandon all the girly things. His policy of "Man-ing up" caused me a lot of emotional trauma that lasted decades.

Failed relationships because I just don't have the equipment necessary were also scattered in my past.

I finally had to come to the conclusion that I am Birdie, and I am intersex. I'm not built the same downstairs as everyone else, and I have boobs, wide hips, and curves. I am much more woman than I am man, and it was time to live that.

So, several years ago on this platform, I finally found myself again.
I'm still that little girl that Grandma was raising. Grandma knew what she was doing.