I'll admit, I am over weight and have been my entire life. Ever since I was younger I've noticed that there was something wrong with how I was developing, especially within my chest area. I asked my mother, Why do "THESE" have to get bigger? And her response was, Something has to. Do I fault her for not knowing; of course not. My father once took me to the doctors and I was examined as to why my chest was developing the way that it was. And I remember as if it were yesterday, the doctor saying, Your son is just a big kid. He'll grow out of it as he gets older. I DO NOT fault my parents for not knowing what my body was going through. I'm sure, just as I thought, as I got older, played sports and grew, I'd hit puberty and all will be good. I'll be 38 this coming Sunday and for the last 15+ years or so, I’ve known of gynecomastia, but never knew how to deal with it. To this day, I see guys that outweigh me by 100 or more pounds and their chests looks normal. Something’s wrong here. Through exercise and a lot of baggy shirts, I’ve lived with and have dealt with this condition.
I first heard of gynecomastia from my health instructor in college. I forget how we got on the subject, but he told me that I was living with this condition. For years I put this in the back of my head due to embarrassment and thinking that it all had to do with my weight. The more that I’ve researched, the more that I’ve learned, that weight doesn’t necessarily have anything to do with what’s going on with my chest. Hmmm…I lost over 60lbs., and nothing got smaller. My physician at the time, told me that I needed to lose a considerable amount of weight and that my problem would go away. A considerable amount of weight loss, I believe won’t correct the issue. Do I agree with my physician that I need to lose weight, YES! But my thing is, even before I got to the weight that I’m at now, my chest has always been an issue. IT’S FRUSTRATING!
Needless to say, in my entire life span that I can remember, I’ve never been out in public with my shirt off. When in high school, changing in the locker room was a battle every day. Whether it was after football practice or after P.E., it sucked! But I dealt with it. Fortunately, the friends that I had at the time were cool; they would do the quick look thing, but not a full on stare. You know, like when you see a woman out and about and she’s really chesty and guys just stare and make the woman uncomfortable? I experienced nothing like that from my friends as I got older. However, growing up when I was in Junior High, older kids would grab my chest and tease me. It was horrible. I got into many fights during my pre-teen years. Kids being kids, right?
Now in my adult years, I still feel uncomfortable walking around in my home with my shirt off. If I go from my bedroom to the bathroom, I make sure that there isn’t anyone in the hallway and then I make a mad dash to the bathroom. But for the most part, I try to cover up before I leave the safe haven of my room. Sad huh? I don’t even feel comfortable walking around in front of my own family with my shirt off. I use to live in San Diego, nice weather and the whole nine. When I was on the beach, I wasn’t even thinking of taking my shirt off to feel the “Sun Diego” rays on my skin. And there were guys with a much larger stature walking around with their shirts off. And not a hint of the chest condition on them. In April of 2010, took my first cruise to Ensenada, Mexico. My friends and I hit the beach. Guess what? Shirt stayed on. This has got to stop. So, here I am posting this amongst those whom I see have experienced some of the same things that I have and understand how I feel and where I’m coming from. I’m glad to find this forum.
All in all, my end goal is to resolve this issue by the time that I’m 40. I’ll lose as much weight as possible until then. Unfortunately, I’m one of the millions that are unemployed, so surgery isn’t feasible right now, but it’s a short term goal. I hope to make some new friends and learn more about gynecomastia. End result, have surgery and be able to be comfortable in my own skin, let alone my own home. Thanks for reading...
Regards,
B