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Early life with Pectus Excavatum

The early years of my life- I was born with my birth defect called Pectus Excavatum. As a baby, my family didn't think much of it. It wasn't really as bad. It got worse as I grew. But it had always bothered me since I can remember. There was not a low cut shirt or v-neck shirt I would wear. Other little kids didn't have it so I knew it was different and I never really appreciated it. Pectus Excavatum effects you physically but also emotionally, as I can testify. I lacked self confidence. As I grew up and it getting worse my lack of self confidence got worse as well. Physically when I was child I think I was fine. I don't ever remember having a hard time breathing. My spine was straight and everything else. It wasn't until I hit a growth spurt that everything started moving and things started getting worse. I never was the most athletic or the fastest runner. I was always the least coordinated as well. But I had these long legs that were always in the way. It never ...
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What is Pectus Excavatum and How do People Get It?

Pectus Excavatum is a chest wall deformity in which several ribs and the sternum grow abnormally. Thus, causing a concave structure. It can be present at birth or develop during puberty. Mine was present at birth. It is considered cosmetic but if severe enough impairs cardiac and respiratory functions.   Pectus Excavatum is estimated to occur in 1 to 300-400 births with male predominance. The male to female ratio is 3:1. It is a genetic disorder in which the DNA is coded wrong. A little bit about mine: I was born with it. My family knew it was an abnormality but didn't think much of it. I lived with it my whole and had tons of insecurities because of it. I never had a swimsuit that showed my chest or even a shirt. My wardrobe never consisted of v-neck shirts. My disorder continued to get worse as I went through puberty. But little did we know how much it would effect my daily life. I have yet to find even on Google someone who had one just as bad as mine. A common question asked...