A Personal Story

My name is Paul, and I have a 7-inch penis. If I'd written that statement this time last year you could have called me a liar – and quite rightly, too.

School Days

Paul's story

My problems began as a teen in high school. Twice a week I'd play football, basketball or tennis in Physical Education class, and those two days would be marked on my calendar in red ink. I loved sports, but I hated showering in the locker room afterwards.

The problem was that I was a late-bloomer – while my classmates would walk quite happily around the locker room naked after a shower, the idea would send shivers down my spine. At the age of 15 my erect penis was around 4 inches long, and there was no point in measuring its flaccid length – it really was laughably short. Or, at least, it would have been laughable if it didn't cause me so much humiliation.

The worst thing about having a small penis was that it didn't just stay in the locker rooms. As soon as my classmates got a look at my tiny member it seemed as if everyone in school knew about it. You know what kids are like – as soon as they identify weakness they pounce on it. I'm not going to tell you about the nicknames I had to endure, but it goes without saying that my self-esteem took such a beating that I didn't even dare talk to a girl.

An Awkward Youth

By the time I turned 18 my erect penis was a little under 5 inches long, and my flaccid length was still beyond embarrassing. It would be another 3 years until I drummed up the courage to sleep with a girl, and only then because I was drunk. I was terrified, and it was all I could do to even get an erection with the weight of all those years of insults and humiliation weighing on my mind. How could I possibly expect to satisfy her with such a small penis? Predictably, I didn't.

You see, that's the problem with having a small penis. It isn't really the fact that I wasn't well endowed that caused the damage. No, the real damage came from the lack of self-confidence; the firm belief that I couldn't possibly please a woman. It beats you down to the point at which you just give up on pursuing women altogether.

After many years of suffering in silence I got one of those SPAM emails promising a huge penis in a matter of days. Naturally, I deleted it – I doubt anyone has ever had any luck with unsolicited email. However, it did put the idea in my head, so a month or so later I started looking for a reputable penis enlargement pill, and found ProSolution. Being sceptical by nature I fully expected to be disappointed. The only thing that swayed me was the fact that ProSolution offered a 6-month guarantee, so I figured I might as well give it a try.

During the Treatment

After trying the course for a month I wasn't overjoyed by the results – my erect length had increased by less than half an inch, and I almost decided to give up and get my money back. Fortunately, I decided I might as well stay on the pills and hope for the best. By the fourth month I was up an inch and a half, and by the time I stopped taking the pills after 6 months I was just about creeping over the edge of the 7-inch mark on my tape measure. I hadn't measured my girth before starting the course, but the increase seemed proportional to my length so my thickness definitely increased.

New Life

I've now held steady on 7 inches for the past 6 months, and my penis shows no sign of returning to its old size. However, the biggest change in the past year hasn't been the size of my penis. Instead, it's been my level of self-confidence. It's something that never occurred to me before I started taking the pills, but the increase in penis size is just the physical aspect of the change. I find that I'm now much happier all round. I'm not terrified of sex now that my penis isn't a source of shame. I've begun to pay more attention to my body, and I'm in better shape than I've been since college. I go out more, and I've dated more women in the past six months than I did in the six years before that – I guess you could say I'm making up for lost time.

After all of this, I have only one regret – that it took so long for me to do something about my problem. For most of my young life I walked around with a cloud over my head. I passed up on opportunities that I would have snatched with both hands had I been more confident, and it all came down to my lack of self-confidence. While I'm thankful for my new found lease on life I'll always regret that I lost so many years and needlessly missed so many opportunities.

So, if you're in the same situation I was in my advice is this: just do something about it. I know exactly what it's like to be held back by such a little thing – no pun intended – and it's easy to convince yourself that there's nothing that can be done. Believe me. There is.