There is definitely a disconnect between head and reality isnt there. I recall moments when I would look down while sitting in a seat on a plane for example and see space on either side where in the past I could barely fit in and it would blow my mind.
At my lowest weight (in recent history)
for the most part I felt thin
most days. I felt good. When I felt anxious/angry/stressed etc I would default to fat as my feeling. But when I broke it down (if I could catch it before it took a life of its own) then I would see that it wasnt that I felt fat . . . it was that I still felt deficient in some way - not "XXXX " enough - whatever the XXXX is for you at that point in time. That week before TOM arrives all bets are off and I did lose my mind. Keeping my hormones stable has helped with this A LOT.
My current issue is the opposite one that others have mentioned. For many many reasons I gained back more weight than I am comfortable with . . . and now that my head is in a good place again (and I have finally forgiven myself for that) and I am eating food that keeps me energetic (& stable) and that I am working out - I feel great again! I know that I do not look the way I want to and that I definitely have weight to lose BUT BUT BUT BUTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT when I see pics of myself now I am still shocked at how fat this person who is sposed to be me looks . . . that is not how I
feel for the most part.
And I dont know which is better or worse. Looking a certain way to the rest of the world and feeling intermittently fat or feeling good and having the world still see you as fat (and in my case these "wonderful" souls have made a point to remind me that I am larger than I was, you know, just in case I wasnt sure that I had archived my skinny jeans).
But all it does is reinforce the fact that there is no finish line . . . we all just continue to learn