I have had moments where I don't look like "me" in the mirror. I hate it. At one point, I kept asking my oldest son and my H "do I look different to you?" and finally T told me to STOP. So I did.

I also have this thing where I don't recognize my hands...they look like they belong to someone else. So when I am under stress I try to not look at my hands very much. Eeek.