In male mode I absolutely abhor mirrors. There are many days I know I never "looked" at myself in one. Even if it is right there in front of me. I never liked the way I looked. I lost out on the gene pool lottery. Big, ugly and balding. And that was my teenage years!
I also used to be V-E-R-Y overweight. Even these days hovering around 145 lbs all I see are big blobs of blubber hanging around my waist and my thighs. And I lost the extra 100 lbs a good 30 plus years ago. I guess that haunts me just like all the name calling I got as a kid. All major baggage that still haunts me, except when...
In female mode. I can't get enough of mirrors. With or without clothes. Sure, I still see all the blubber, but a lot other wonderfull changes took place these past few years. No matter what I wear, be it jeans and a nice top, of a fantastic dress, I love the feeling of being authentic, inside and out