I wanted to share a personal story that’s stuck with me for a few years. Back in uni I had this close friend, who I'll call Mike (obvs not his real name). We're not as close anymore, which I'm honestly a bit bummed about since back then we were practically inseparable, always hanging out and getting into weird random discussions about everything from Assassin's Creed to existentialism. One night, we were chilling in our dorm room after a party at a campus residence. We had a few drinks, and I don't remember how exactly, but conversation drifted into porn preferences and penis size.

Some ways into that Mike, being a jokester, started bragging a bit. I laughed it off but, in the back of my mind, I was curious. We kept joking until, eventually, Mike suggested we just compare and settle the talk once and for all. The idea seemed ridiculous, but the alcohol and our friendship somehow made it feel like less of a big deal. So, in a mix of curiosity and a bit of peer pressure, I agreed.

We both stood up and pulled down our pants. There we were, two friends in his small, dimly lit dorm room, sizing each other up. Mike was definitely larger, noticeably so. I’m 4.5 inches, and seeing his size compared to mine was a real eye-opener. The room felt strangely silent for a moment as I processed what I was seeing. I remember feeling a mix of emotions. There was the initial shock and a twinge of embarrassment. I’d always known I wasn’t particularly big, but seeing the difference right there in front of me made it hit home in a way I hadn’t expected.

Mike, to his credit, didn’t make a big deal out of it. He just laughed and made some joke to lighten the mood, but the comparison stuck with me. I pulled up my pants and we moved on, but internally, I was wrestling with a lot of thoughts.

For the next few days, I couldn’t stop thinking about it. I kept replaying that moment in my mind, wondering if my size would be an issue in my relationships (wasn't crazy experienced by that point) or if it made me somehow less. It was a tough thing to shake off.

Eventually though, I started to come to terms with it. In part I think it was because Mike treated as no big deal, and comparing hadn't affected our relationship in the slightest. I reflected that no one had ever complained about my size before - though some had been surprised by it, and my relationships until then had always been fulfilling. It wasn’t easy, but I began to shift my focus from my insecurities to my strengths.

Talking about it helped, too. I confided with a girl I was casually seeing at the time, sharing the whole awkward story. She was incredibly understanding and reassured me that my size didn’t matter to her. That conversation was a turning point for me, helping me regain my confidence.

Looking back, that experience with Mike taught me a lot about self-acceptance. It was a weird, vulnerable moment, but it pushed me to confront my insecurities and grow from them.

So to anyone who’s ever felt the way I did, remember that your worth isn’t determined by your size. It can play a fun role, especially if you're into sizeplay (like I ended up becoming), but confidence, connection, and being a good partner matter so much more. We’re all unique, and that’s something to embrace.