What is your worst gynecomastia memory :'(

[art]

Hmmm where do I start...

Had guys grab at my chest during gym class.

I ran track, and had people yell at me during a race about how my boobs bounced when i ran (didn't really know about compression garments, it was 15 years ago)

When I moved into the dorms, before everyone knew each others names, I was simply known as "the guy with t1ts."

I was dating a girl one summer, and she suddenly ended the relationship without explanation.  Found out later that she was talking with one of my "friends" and she told him that we were dating.  He asked her if she was into my man boobs, and totally embarrassed her in front of her friends with the comment.

gyne is hell...

[mtlgyno]

Man I feel for all of you guys. Gynecomastia does make life hell.

I was great at hiding them for a long time. The slouch, the tucked in undershirt, the layers, etc. So no one really said anything except a few times when I had no choice. It sucks because I am told that I am a very good looking guy, tall, athletic, etc. And gynecomastia really held me back in my teen years.

The first time I noticed something was wrong with my chest, I was 12, wearing a wife beater around the house, my mom came from behind me while I was eating at the table, cupped both my breats and said "We're going to have to buy you a bra!"

The first year I was playing a high level in hockey, the first practice of the year, a team mate yelled "WHOA PEPPERONI!" in reference to my areolas. Lucky for me I was 14 back then and I grew up fast (I was 6'0 180 lbs when I was 14, bigger and taller then everyone on my team) And I was the only one that would shower after hockey. So if anyone made fun of my breasts, I told them at least I don't have a small penis. I didn't know that they did, but I assumed that's why they didn't shower after hockey. As for me, my mom just said you smell like shit after you play, either shower or find someone else to drive you home haha.

Before swimming classes in high school, in the locker rooms, I would always take an ice cold shower before heading to the pool. When my nipples were contracted they looked "okay". Anyways once I was at a friends house, he was having a party, it was a hot day and people had to change in his shed one at a time. I was toast, there was no sink. I tried wetting my nipples with my spit and blowing on them but they wouldn't harden. Anyways after changing for 10 mins I had to come out and of course first thing I heard was holy sh*t his boobs are so weird!

Aside from that I got the usual: the stares, the nipple twisters, the questions on why am I wearing a sweater when it's 30 degrees outside, why am I wearing two layers of t-shirts, etc. I can only think of how I must've looked with all those awkward movements to hide my gyne, like always adjusting my shirt, my posture etc.

Anyways this site is great, it helped me choose my surgeon, cemented my beliefs that many of us are going through this and walked me thorugh the steps of surgery with the people that went before me. I just had my surgery 4 days ago. Looking forward to a new lease on life.

Cheers

[un/perfekt]

First off, reading all your stories makes me feel so much better, so Not alone with these feelings anymore...

i can relate to all these situations well. and to be able to send out my personal experiences with G to the world for someone,Anyone, to read about, makes it feel like a weights been taking off my shoulders.

VENTING: i was at a house party in CA maybe 3 years ago, i am 19 years old now. i walked in the party with a bottle to share, and all my friends gravitated towards me. i instantly became the center of attention, i had absolutely no worries. about an hour or so later i walked into a room where i saw a friend i had Tremendous love for, he was sorta wasted by that point, i ran up to him and hugged him, as soon as i backed off, he stuck his face into my chest, grabbed my "moobs?", and said, "i like your big titties"
i felt this Huge Drop feeling sink down inside of me, i didn't know how to react. i quickly took all my attention away from him and walked into the bathroom, i felt like taking apart a razor and cutting away the only thing that physically separated him from me, right then and there.

thinking back, i've had three suicide attempts because of "this". thinking that i wouldn't ever really be able to receive the same amount of love i sent out, so why live if you cant be loved?

[[ i am grateful for all and every experience i've had because of "this", it took a lot of emotional power to change a curse into a blessing... in my minds eye. ]]

" He who has felt the deepest grief is best able to experience supreme happiness. We must have felt what it is to die, that we may appreciate the enjoyments of life "

[drpepper]

I'm finally having the surgery tomorrow. Here are some of my worst stories:

Most are from high school:

At a huge party in high school (everyone in our class was there), one of the more popular girls in our class jumped on my back and grabbed my chest and started screaming at the top of her lungs "[my name] has titties!"

One time during class, a girl I knew just kind of grabbed onto one of my moobs and I'll never forget the face she made. She was totally shocked and clearly found it hysterically funny that my chest was bigger than hers. Said she just wanted to see if I had big pecs since it looked like I did - she didn't expect to feel a boob.

That not a nice person friend that would always grab my chest, pretty much anywhere we were. (looks like most of you have this friend)

The waterpark! Haven't been there since I was like 13 or so. I think it was junior high school. I just remember going with 2 friends and one of them was shocked once I took my shirt off. I can't really blame the kid but he just kept giggling and telling me how he couldn't believe how big they were - all day long.

I had a just a t-shirt on one day with a group of my friends. A family friend was visiting my mom and when my friends and I walked upstairs, the family friend exclaimed "Oh my god! You need a bra!" Yea...

Not going in hot tubs, going swimming, the beach, anything that involves taking a shirt off with lots of people.

The first time I took my shirt off in front of my girlfriend she said I had bigger nipples than her.

Probably a million others - but those are the big ones (pun intended).

Surgery with Dr. Delgado tomorrow: https://www.gynecomastia.org/smf/index.php?topic=21904.msg147952#msg147952

[burntoast]

That is really horrid, GB. I feel for you.

Worst memory of mine was changing room. Someone said 'haha you have really weird nipples' and everyone laughed. I nutted him in the face and got suspended for 2 weeks.

I don't regret it though. I'd much rather get punched in the face than have gyne. He caused me more pain than I caused him.

This one happened in a crowded bar. I showed up to our table and one of my buddies stood up behind me, wrapped his arms around the front of me and cupped my moobs and danced around, swinging me in a circle.. I'm 6'1, but he's 6'5 and I couldn't shake him at first. It was dark and I don't think too many people saw, but when it was over I leaned into him close and said, completely deadpan, "If you ever do that again, I'm going to punch you in the fucking face." The rest of the night was awesome, and that was that. Hasn't happened again.

Now, if some random dude did that to me in public, I would deck him without warning. Seriously. His intent is obviously malicious and he is just trying to make fun of me in front of others. He'd deserve it, and probably wouldn't understand any other action.

[burntoast]

Every time I read this thread, the idea of getting the surgery is further cemented into my mind.

[strahan222]

Boy where to start. My friends would call me ''Mister mammary implants'', they would pinch my nipples all the time. But the worst one was that one time I was playing touch football with a bunch of friends at school. And I was wearing a tight t-shirt. So as I was scoring a touchdown a bunch of girls passed by and one of them said Oh my god look at this guys wtf is wrong with him he's got breasts, and then all the girls started laughing and making disgracious comments. I pretended like I didn't hear them but that really hurt me and made me feel like shit. It took me a long time before understanding what was wrong with my chest. At first I thought it was only fat and  I tried to lose weight. I was 6-1 180 went all the way down to 160 still had those ugly breasts. Tried weight training and stuff but it didn't do the job either. Until I finally passed a mammography to make sure it was really glands. So I finally had the surgery 5 months ago. It's really been the best decision of my life. I have to say I'm really fortunate to be at ease financially to afford the surgery. My right nipple is still a bit puffy with scar tissue but it's 100 times better then before. Now I can wear a shirt without any concerns, and I'm not afraid to take off my shirt. To anyone who's hesitating go for it, the surgery is really worth it!!!

[mortx15]

9th grade I was the only freshman good enough to play with varsity...and yup shirt and skins came around..and yup i was skins....senior called me "bitch tittes". later that year in baseball i took my shirt off to switch to another one and one of my good freinds said "dude whats wrong with your chest?" i know he didnt mean anything by it since we were close, but still killed me thinkin that my chest looked like it had something wrong with it....itll be fixed in 9 days tho!

[muffy]

I hate the breasts , honestly, hate em with all my heart.

I discovered I had a problem when I was in about 6th grade. I was playing basketball with friends and someone said I had obese hamster titties.  From then on it was all about attacking people before they attacked me. I was always the fat kid who would joke on anyone and everyone . In highschool I would destroy most people's self-esteems for absolutely no reason. Yes, it did help most of the time because people would be scared to mention the breasts but I knew I wasn't this mean person I set out to be.I was also pushing away a LOT of people with my attitude. One horrible moment for me was playing touch football during gym. A few random kids I would roughhouse with once in a while with decided to take it too far and rip off my shirt. Whole gym class  laughed had a few whispers but no one outright mentioned the breasts. Next day I'm in Spanish class with this girl I'd pretty much had bagged up, sooo close to asking her to be my girl ( she looked ooo so good too   ) . All of a sudden someone from my gym class goes ahead and says to her , " Bro they took off his shirt yesterday , guy's breasts are fckin ridiculous. She laughed and laughed hard, I could tell she didn't mean too but she did. The damage was done, for the rest of the class I made fun of the kids duck feet hoping to control the situation. She seemed to forget about the situation , but I didn't . About a week later someone mentioned this cute ass beauty mark she had on her cheek.  I said something like, "Bitch got 3 nipples, two on em breasts n one on her face. Lookin like Chandler from friends. "  I could tell she was REALLY hurt by that comment, never even looked at me after that day......... I was 14 at the time , but it was a pretty much steadily down-hill from there, everyone close would be pushed away by my constant joking. All my friends would always come to a point where'd they would ask if I could ever be serious. I soon went to Military school out in south carolina, everyone there pretty much had a 6 pack. That was a horrible year, joke after joke after joke. Luckily it was all boys so it was pretty much just a bunch of dudes yukking it up at my expense.



Anyway I'm 20 now , around the age of 18 I ended up picking up BJJ and Boxing. They really helped me lose weight but the breasts are still there. I even started to feel extra confident until some girl I was talking too said, " I kno u losing weight but em breasts still lookin mighty thick sweetie." After that day I began wearing a tank-top fitted with a sports bra. It honestly makes me look like I just have thick pecks. I of course avoid beaches, pools, anything to do with water. I haven't been in a pool since I was 14. You guys should honestly look into compression vests or at least sports bras , once your able to get your excuses down for not taking your shirt off things seem a bit normal.

Btw I'm not much of a male thingy anymore, that vest really helped me out with the self-confidence issues.
  Also took me about a year to take off my shirt in front of my current girlfriend. She was very understanding but even to this day I don't take the shirt off often. When I do have it off I sometimes catch her giving the breasts a quick glance.....................



I honestly can't wait for surgery. Although I'm not the same jokester I was before these breasts have cost me sooooooo many potentially beautiful relationships. Even before finding my current girlfriend I would always worry about my breasts with potential mates.Btw I'm not much of a male thingy anymore, that vest really helped me out with the self-confidence issues.


P.S. - I reallyyyyyy wish I could apologize to that girl, she was nothing but nice to me. I really regret saying those things to her.

[guffaw]

Several memories come to mind, but I've narrowed the list down to 3 that stick out:

My worst memory is my first.  Ever since I was 7 I swam competitively, and I was good.  I had good friends.  I loved it.  Then, the summer before my 13th (or maybe 12th, I can't remember) birthday, everyone lined up and got ready to dive in and I heard two of the kids I swam with giggling, "He has boobies," they said.  I wanted to crawl into a hole and die.  Looking back, the strange thing was that them saying that was the first time I realized they were there...like I'd grown man boobs in the space of 30 seconds.  This memory is bad because I was so innocent at the time, and children can be the cruelest.

My next "worst" came when I was 14.  I got a physical and the doctor told my mother I had gynecomastia.  He said it was mild and could be corrected with some minor surgery.  I was a shy kid, and I had been living in shame for a couple years and when he said that I thought "this is it, my way out."  I was too shy and too ashamed to talk about it myself, or take any action myself, but THIS moment I still remember vividly as my opportunity to speak up and do something about it.  When we got home, my mom said a little dismissively, "well your chest looks fine to me, I don't think it's noticeable at all, do you?"  I lied and I said no, and as far as she knew that was that.  And I lived with it for another 10 years.

My last "worst" memory is also, I think, my best.  This was just this past October.  I went to a 'Jersey Shore' party and all the guys were wearing tight t-shirts and hair gel and everything.  I am pretty slender, and I do tons of pushups to try and keep my chest as toned as it can be.  I actually didn't think I looked that bad.  Then I got there and saw this girl I had a thing for going up to all the guys and touching their chests and complementing them.  She never came up to me, and then later that night she hooked up with one of the guys she'd been touching on.  I felt horrible.  Then, that same night, another girl I knew came up to me and touched my chest and then asked if she could feel my man boobs.  At that point in the night, I didn't even care mostly because she wasn't making fun of me, she just seemed curious.  It was the last thing on my mind anyway...I was so mad, and bitter, and depressed that she wasn't even on my radar.  But because of that night, the next morning for the first time ever I seriously began looking into gynecomastia surgery.  I started looking into surgeons and options and sending off feelers for consultations.  I'd had pipe-dream musings about having the surgery before, tried exercising and hiding it, but after that night something clicked in my head and I knew that I could not live with gynecomastia anymore. 

I managed to scrape together the cash, and I had the surgery on the 19th.  I already feel like I stand taller.  Already feel more confident.  And all these positive feelings and boosts to my confidence happened automatically (who knows, maybe its just the percocet).  I've seen the sentiment on here before and I didn't really know what it meant but the best way I can put it is that I feel more like a man. 

I feel better about myself than I have in a long time, and I've still got drainage tubes sticking out of me!  It was, without a doubt, the best decision of my life.

[jd79]

I have been suffering from G. I couldn't count the embarrassing moments. I have a couple that stick in my mind. I am a father of 3, and we have season passes to go to a local water park that i have yet been to with my kids EVER! I miss going out and splashing playing in water, and I love the water but never say anything. You don't know how hard it is for me to turn my kids down that Daddy doesn't feel like going to the lake, pool, water parks, float trips, boat rides etc etc... I even have a pool in my neighborhood that i pay for but never use because of the embarrassment. A couple more that stick out to me was, I went on a boat ride with my uncle his wife and another couple. I never took my shirt off even thou the other guys did. we were drinking beer and was out on the water and had to piss real bad. so i turned around and took my shirt off and jumped in the water before anyone could see my chest. I figured the water was cold and i got back in the boat my nipples would look normal and might get me by in time to put my shirt on before anyone noticed. Well as soon as i jumped on the boat everyone was looking at me like i had two heads. My Uncle said "Holy shit you need a bra" and the other guy kind of started poking me in my chest like...whooh??? I felt so much like chit.  I was so effected by it that it ruined my whole vacation. I remember getting back to camp and them saying "He gots man-boobs" I am currently looking at getting my surgery as soon as i can find a surgeon in KC missouri.

[sol621]

I have quite the memory to share. Not a fond one at all.

I've been struggling since gynecomastia since middle school, but I've "felt it" since I was a young kid. I was always overweight, so I always had the whole "man boobs" thing going on and got a lot of snarky comments from older kids, siblings, cousins. Anyone really. This inspired me to work really hard at losing this weight, and with that hard work and my growth spurts during puberty, I got down to a health weight and remained in good shape. However, I also began to develop breasts, and while I lost all the belly fat it seems like my chest just stayed, even though I was a healthy weight.

I accepted it better than a lot of people though. I took my shirt off at the beach, and even laughed when my friend made fun of my "saggy breasts" (although he shouldn't have been talking, he had quite the chest as well.) Over time I became more self-conscious about everything though, and eventually just avoided swimming (still did it/do it on occasion though). My clothing choices were completely based on my chest; I wore baggy sweatshirts and usually at least 2 layers of clothing at a time.

So onto my worst memory. This was at a Halloween party a few years back, I think I was in 11th grade at the time (I'm a sophmore in college now). I was wearing some type of explorers outfit that I put together at the last minute, which seemed to conceal my chest fine. The problem was a person I wasn't overly fond of; a girl in the grade below me. This girl was an oddity, and loved to make things awkward when she could. I'd had my problems with her in the past; she was a friend of a friend so I saw her often enough and she knew I was kind of socially awkward, so she would just do the craziest things to make me feel... off. One example is sitting on my lap randomly at another party. Now this girl was extremely attractive, and my limited contact with the other sex really made this awkward for me.

So anyways, here is where the worst memory part actually comes in. It was a very small action but it has seemed to haunt me forever. Me a few friends and the girl were sitting outside on the porch as the party was so crowded, and we could all use a breather. I took out a piece of gum and everyone, of course, wanted some, so I gave them all it. All of the friends went back to talking, and thankfully didn't notice what happened next. The girl slowly unraveled the foil from the gum and, after sticking the gum in her mouth, put the leftover foil in my breast pocket, VERY SLOWLY. I'm pretty sure this was somewhat planned on her part, she knew how to make people feel awkward and bad. After doing this she "flicked" up the breast with her fingers and then cupped her hand, waiting for it to bounce back down. When it did she groped it for a few seconds and gave it a couple squeezes before giggling and joining back on the conversation. The whole time I didn't know how to react, and while I kind of just accepted it I think I did good by not making a scene, so nobody else noticed.

This really hurt. I'd finally began to start accepting myself once again and this girl comes along and gropes my chest, knowing how it'd make me feel. Luckily she moved away shortly after and I never had to deal with her again.

Felt bad though.

[dwl]

Mine was a couple months before my surgery and what pushed me over the edge.

A couple of us, along with the owner of my company were walking into the hotel, and the owner says "man, some of those chicks had great breasts."  He then turned to me, in front of my colleagues and said, "don't worry, none were as nice as yours."

I was crushed.

[Paa_Paw]

I haven't visited this thread in years. Not since I added my entry on page 1 in Sept of 2008.

Reading through this now I realize one very important thing. All of the entries are in the past. They are all things that happened long ago.

I think the message is clear, leave the past where it is and live today. Overcoming the past is what makes us strong today.

[Entouragee]

I'd have to jump on the swimming bandwagon and agree any pool of water scares the shit out of me