So when I was heavy every morning was a trama finding something to wear. I'd usually spend 15-30 mins, trying on numerous outfits to find the one that was the most flattering. Often times the ordeal led to tears or just general anxiety that I looked fat.

I've noticed lately, that if I've worn an outfit before I won't even look in the mirror to check and see what I look like! I don't have to worry any more if something makes me "look fat". I don't know if that's a new found confidence or if I'm just too busy and too distracted to worry if I need to change my clothes! I find myself getting to work and catching a glimpse in the mirror and saying, oh this is what I picked to wear today. I hope I don't have a stain or forget to zip my pants or button my shirt one day!

Excellent. Another instance of suddenly finding a happy moment due to weight loss. A closet full of clothes that fit.

I dunno, I spent more time than I care to admit this morning admiring my rear end in a pair of pants that, until recently, I haven't been able to fit into for a while..

I know what you mean, though. It's part of being more confident.

//b. strong,
Kim

Same here....I think I look in the mirror more now because I actually LIKE what I see most days....and I definitely spend more time doing my hair and makeup now too Before I just didn't care too much because I wasn't happy with what I looked like .

Oh gosh, I'm always checking myself out. If I didn't have a mirror I'd go nuts!

Seriously, I love looking at myself, (in clothes!). I'll go out of my way to find a full length mirror when I'm out and about. I've been this weight for 18 months now, and I still am floored when I catch a glimpse of myself. My DH sometimes sings the old song, "You're so Vain" to me...lovingly of course.

I don't have a mirror at home because if I did I'd never leave. This means I check myself out in public a lot.

No, this isn't true for me.

I'm now like my own life-sized Barbie doll. Playing dress-up & posing in front of the mirror is one of the ways I have fun. I get to buy me all kinds of outfits, all the clothes that I admired & coveted but couldn't find in my size, or if I could find them, the effect wasn't right because the proportions were off. I take getting dressed for work or for going out anywhere very seriously.

ETA: Also, I have a really great mirror. It's a full-length mirror, tilting, on a stand, and it's got a big wooden crest at the top. It dates back to the 1870s. (They called them "cheval glasses" back then.) Finally, I feel that I live up to the mirror. Before it was like looking at a mediocre portrait in a really beautiful, valuable frame.

My husband says that living with me is like living with a teenage boy b/c he catches me checking out my muscles in the mirror. But, I agree with you! I can even wear sweats or old jeans and not worry about how I look. Throwing on clothes and running out is not dangerous, anymore.

I'm the opposite of you I'm afraid, I NEVER used to look in the mirror if I could possibly avoid it, where as now I go out of my way to find mirrors to look in because I just can't believe it's me staring back, a slim person
I'm hoping the buzz I get from this is never going to go away...

I love mirrors...and reflected glass cases.

I never checked myself out in mirrors BEFORE. I would look just to make sure I wasn't hideous, but "hideous" was pretty much my line. Anything better than hideous was just fine.

Now I'm much picker.

Oh this is what I meant to say! I'm so guilty of being a total egomaniac and checking myself out ALL the time!

This is a great subject, so happy to hear I'm not the only one that likes herself and keeps eye balling the mirrors

Congratulations to you.

As for myself....I've always been fascinated by my own reflection,
and not just to see whether or not I was fat.
I looked at myself frequently even when I weighed 271 lbs.

Now...at 115 lbs...I look at myself in the mirror ALL THE TIME.
I have full-length mirrors everywhere in my house,
and even when I'm not going out where anyone can see me at all,
I dress in attractive clothing so I can compliment myself
as I walk by one of my mirrors.