the day that my man boobs decided to be a part of me, my sense of machismo died.
i was always teased about them. hey have built their lives on me being pissed every time i look in the mirror. even if i turn to my side, they protrude like a young girl hitting puberty. i hate them.
however, i am guilty of harboring them. i eat a lot and i do not exercise. but, why am i "blessed" with boobs? i did not ask for them.
please Lord, let it not be gynecomastia! i will eat healthily now... please!?