Okay, I'm glad to see I'm not the only one who thinks they look like a deformed (insert identified gender here).  This is one of the things that really affirms my feeling like I'm trans.  There is a boy in this body and he isn't very good at hiding himself.

Clothed I see myself as me now.  Naked...I just avoid mirrors.  Like pixie said, it's like seeing my face on someone else's body.

Quote from: perlita85 on February 04, 2011, 04:24:20 PM
When I am naked I see somebody I do not know in the mirror. However, I am dressed, then I see a woman

^ This....for 31 more days! *giggle*

Grats in advance Jerica

Quote from: Lee on February 11, 2011, 03:21:49 PM
Grats in advance Jerica

Thanks Lee =)

I see a male that desperately needs to break out of a body that looks just a little too female. If I'm not in a judgmental/terrible mood I tend to focus on the masculine features and actually enjoy my reflection. Then the clothes come off and I see a male with big hips and boobs, but they don't seem like they're mine. They seem like they should just be able to be removed as easily as my packer is.

I've investigated myself very closely in mirrors trying to figure out exactly what I thought of what I saw. I don't necessarily hate any part of my body, but things seem out of place. Even naked my body looks almost masculine. Like, a ghost of my manhood just below the surface or something. It's hard to explain.
I'm not in denial of the presence of my breast nor the absence of a penis, but I still see a man in the mirror. Just a man with curves, tits, and no penis.

Depends. Often I tend to think I look better in the mirror than "in person". Like even if I try to capture it on film (well, digital film) it doesn't come out like how I see it in the mirror. Maybe I've somehow been able to look past any "flaws" that the camera can not? Naked I look like a dude with tits.

I can't dilute myself anymore on what I see in the mirror. When I look in the mirror I see what everyone else sees when they look at me, and the look on his face confirms why strangers are apprehensive about me when they first see me.

The mirror doesn't bother me as much as the shadow that fallows me whenever I approach a glass door or walk by a glass window when the sun is shining in the right direction. Sometimes depending on the glass I can actually see enough of this person's reflection and the sad look on his face.

Then I realize it's me.

When I look at my face, without makeup or anything on, I see a girl with short hair and ugly eyebrows. I see the girl in my eyes most of all. When I'm trying to dress deliberately as my preferred gender I see a girl who is kind of tall and awkward looking. But when I'm nude I see this really disgusting mess, from excessive difficult to remove hair, to my lack of hips and breasts and the annoying addition of a.. thing... hopefully someday really soon I can fix a few problems, and in the perhaps distant future solve the.. thing. Optimism!