After being self-conscious about them for the better part of my life (since puberty), I finally had surgery to remove my manboobs. Feels so goddamn freeing. They dominated my every thought and dictated the types of shirts I would wear and led to a terrible slouch that I'd use to hide them. Luckily they weren't fat but enlarged ductal tissue so no liposuction was necessary.
Most people I've brought it up with said they never noticed them, but they might as well have given Pam Anderson an run for her money in my mind. Woke up today and nearly shed a tear when I stood straight up and my chest was flat.
Also, thank goodness for living in a third world country. A 10k surgery back home was 1700 here.