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Pigeon Chest

I have pigeon chest. Pigeon chest is when your sternum protrudes, instead on laying inside your chest. It can lead to connective tissue diseases, but luckily, I don't have that. The only side effects I have from it is that I find it hard to exercise, and it's alters my appearance.
My chest seems puffed out and bony. Some bones are clearly visible and easy to touch and count. I have been rather conscious about this for a long time, and have been too afraid to wear something that shows my chest. I am rather thin, and I get comments on it, but my chest isn't a result of this. I'm afraid people will link the two and come up with the wrong conclusion.
It makes me feel like I have an immature body. That my body isn't womanly or feminine, but childish. Over time, I kind of accepted it. I pushed it to the back of my head. Then, just very recently, I found out it was possible to lessen the visual effects of pigeon chest with a brace. You wear a brace at night, and it encourages the bone and cartilage to revert to what it should be.
Finally presented with a solution, I find myself undecided at what I want to do. Do I really want to go to a doctor and possible a hospital to get a brace only for appearance? Is it a selfish act to try and alter my chest shape? Would it just waste doctors time? Will I end up hating the results? Will I miss the old shape? Will it make me even more underconfident than before?
Or will I love it?
It's probably such a trivial thought to many, but as a person that has always suffered from a severe lack of body confidence, it's a huge deal to me.
I'm not sure what this post will do to help me decide. I suppose it's good to get the thoughts down to get rid of the chaos in my head. I suppose the most sensible thing is to talk to my GP.
If anyone does read this, have you any experience with pigeon chest or altering your appearance?

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