I do! We have these metallic/reflective elevator doors at work, and while I'm waiting for the next one to arrive I end up thinking, "Huh, I have a shape now!" It's kind of cool. But it also wigs me out a little, because -- I'm by no means SMALL yet, but I'm a lot smallER than I was, and there's a weird sense of vulnerability that comes with it for me. Like, by the time I'm my goal weight, I'm scared I'll feel downright fragile.