So, what do you see when you look at yourself?

An idiot and waste of space.

Aging, crumpled.

Glowing stardust, a child of the universe.

I see the reality of who I have physically become, rather than the fantasy of remaining who I was.

I see me! I see me! Actress, woman, star, and lover!

Sister, sweetheart, slave, and mother!

I see me! (And I like what I see!)

Virgin, temptress, dream of others!

Yes it's me! Yes, it's me!

Bianca Jagger at Studio 54. Liza is always in my peripheral vision.

R6 sounds wall-eyed

A survivor, but struggling to stay afloat.

I see Maria.

This is like Satan asking what your weaknesses are. The only winning move is not to play.

Myself, but older!

,,,,,

A handsome, well hung stud, who looks twenty years younger than I am. I also drink too much and suffer from delusional thoughts.

The overwhelming sadness I know lies behind the eyes.

I see someone I don't like very much looking returning my gaze.

R5 I saw that in the theater with my frenemy who busted a gut during that scene, telling me “that’s you!” But he was right…

I see a legendary Broadway star!

I see a handsome and hawt DLer - looking astonishingly younger than his age.

Hang on...I better get my glasses.

oops I hadn't read R13 - goes to show we are a breed!

I see someone who's 52 years old but who most people think is in his late 20s.

[quote]I see someone I don't like very much looking returning my gaze.

Why don't you like yourself, gurl? I hate people saying things like that.

If you like what you see, you're the person you should be.

[quote]Why don't you like yourself, gurl? I hate people saying things like that.

Pay no attention, R22. I was just in a mood.

Forever Fabulous, that's who! :-)

Amazingly Awesome, that's who! :-)

Brilliantly Beguiling, that's who! :-)

Dashing Debonair, that's who! :-)

Gratefully Gorgeous, that's who! :-)

Handsomely Hawt, that's who! :-)

Infinitely Intelligent, that's who! :-)

^^ I only have wonderful opinions of myself, lol ^^

a goddess

A fabulous lady with beauty, charm, wit, and keen intelligence. And I must say, men who who have experienced it, are enchanted with my damn good poosie.

[quote]The girlfriend added this photo.

How tasteful.

My grandmother's chin, my grandfather's smile and my mother's ears, all from the perspective of the five year old child I once was.

The cutest boy with the biggest brown eyes

I see that mirrors are no longer my friend.

Mirrors aren't your only enemy, bitch.

Take a look at me.

My father. Well, until my hair got so long.

I see me... Alexandra Del Lago...artist and star!

Me looking fabulous. What do you see?

I see a sizzling young superstar whose best years are ahead of her.

a mean, useless, and gross woman of middle-age

My abusive fuck father. I morphed into him when I turned 30. Same eyes, same mouth, same smile, same facial structure. Needless to say, I don't look in the mirror unless forced to.

A once very handsome man who is now slowly melting

My mirror lies. The camera tells the true, sad tale.

NEELY O'HARA!!!!!

What about you, OP? Why don't you turn that high-powered perception at yourself and tell us what you see? Or, maybe you're afraid to.

I see ME!!And I like what I see!

Hello gorgeous!

Someone who is aging pretty well. My did used to be asked to show ID when taking advantage of senior discounts, actually. I favor his side of the family.

I see myself giving Mike Betts a blow job.

I like that picture, R54, and not just because of the obvious, hehe. I'm not sure who he is, and when that photo was taken. It has a late 70s/early 80s feel about it, which I like.

R53 I keep waiting to be asked for ID but it never happens.

I see inner trauma all over my face. The facelift and filler haven’t changed that.

A fatso, with kind eyes and a nice smile. Surprisingly sharp cheekbones. Dark circles under my eyes this morning, after a night of restless sleep. There’s a blemish on my forehead (noticeable only to me) from a bad accident I survived as a child.

My hair is starting to go grey, but there is a lot of it, most of which retains its original sandy colour. Good clear skin, but not as good as it was a few years ago. I should moisturise. No wrinkles yet, except a couple of laughter lines at my eyes. I laugh a lot. The shape of my face is very like those of my sister and my mother. I like seeing them when I look at myself.

Mike Betts was a Colt Studio model in the 80s and 90s, back when big bushes were celebrated.

I see a survivor.

And then I launch my 45 minute musical medley that starts with my version of Gloria Gaynor's I Will Survive and should end with my version of Sondheim's I'm Still Here.

But I have to tell you, when I'm at minute 27 and I'm segueing into Elton John 's I'm Still Standing, I got to sit down on the toilet and catch a breath.

And that's on a good day. I got maybe one or two of these in me a week. You know, the full 45 down over consecutive days.

I've learned how to shave without a mirror.

r59 Are you implying that you see big bushes when you look at yourself?

R59, I gotta admit, I do love bushes like that, it's a pity they've not been that celebrated in my lifetime.

Given I have a big bush, yes R61!

A bag of flesh

Sweaty, befuddled, delusional, drunk.

Toothpaste splatters.

A hot guy next door dude