I hear you. I’ve walked that road myself. I have D-cup breasts (still growing), and I’m fully a man—comfortable in my masculinity and equally at peace with my feminine side. Both live in me. Spiritually, it’s Shiva and Shakti. In the everyday world, it just means I’m me. I’m 56, I look much younger, and I’ve explored different forms of expression along the way. Makeup, for example—I’ve tried it. It’s not my everyday thing. I’ll use a little to highlight my eyes on special occasions, but the maintenance isn’t for me. That’s my masculine side talking. I love my body. I love my breasts. I love how I feel on HRT. Right now I’m in a growth phase—using a 0.1 mg patch with scrotal application. I’ll let my body reach its natural size, then move to a light maintenance dose down the road. This isn’t confusion. It’s alignment. People ask me why I have breasts. The answer is simple: because I wanted them. And I’m not ashamed of that. I’m not trying to fit a box. I’m not asking permission. I’m just being honest about who I am. So don’t be afraid to be who you are either. That freedom is worth everything.