They provided my inner worse critic with all the fuel needed to rip me a new one. No part of my body beneath the neckline was safe vis-à-vis my own gaze.
What helped: got rid of all full length mirrors at home.
Making my home a safer place from my inner demons made it much easier to cut short my gaze from full length reflections elsewhere. Over time, as more of my body changed, it became less necessary but I opted for a “if it ain’t broke, don’t fix it” relationship until I was no longer living on my own. Thankfully it’s no longer an issue, which I credit to the extended break.
From Surviving To Thriving 
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