How do you see yourself?

As I was taking a bath (Yay, I can bathe again, for now, ha-ha) with song that goes, "You and me baby ain't nothin but mammals so lets do it like they do on the Discovery Channel" playing strangely in the background of my mind (still is, to tell the truth) I thought about how I've seen myself over the years.
When I was 7, I saw myself as the best roller skater ever. I saw myself as a "West Coast Girl" from the beach boys song "California Girls." I had not learned to judge myself harshly yet. When I was 11 I looked in the mirror at my friends house, in her mothers darkened room and saw myself as a chubby little gnome, like the ones that people put in their yards, with the red hats. I think it stuck with me because we didn't have any full length mirrors in our house, so I never saw myself that way before. So for a few years when I called up an image of myself in my mind it was of a extremely intelligent gnome, who didn't look good, but atleast was nearly a genius. LOL. Then when I was 12, I somehow "earned" the label of "Pizza Face" at my school, and that was added to my mental image. At 13, and a different school now, someone said, "What are you, a midget? Your head is WAY too big for your body." So then I was a gnome with acne and a big head, and my feeling that I was a genius was starting to fade. Then, I went to the dermatologist, and grew my hair, and suddenly it was a little different. In my yearbook a very hot and popular guy wrote, "You are short, but you're fine" Wow, I can't tell you how happy that made me, I was finally escaping the land of the ugly girls, and I just knew that when I went to high-school the next year, things were going to be different. But then, a month before school started, my mom dropped a bomb on all my plans, "You aren't going to highschool, you are going to be homeschooled now." She told me, and I was crushed. I got so much academic recognition at school, and I was finally growing out of my awkward stage...I started to see myself as a nobody. I wasn't smart. The public school system only made me think that I was smart because I played within the system. It didn't matter if I was finally cute, either, because no one would ever see me and I would never have a cute boyfriend. One day my mom let me go to school with Liz, to visit her classes or something, and I swear, it was one of the best days of my teenaged life.
I don't hold it against her anymore, but my mom really had no idea what was going on in my head at that time. I think if she really knew how it hurt my self-esteem she would have let me go to school. So for a while I felt like nothing. I was ok looking, and ok intelligence wise, but the main thing I was, the main image I had when I called up myself in my mind, was lonely. Picture a girl locked up her room with a few Christian text books, and you get the picture. I only had friends because Liz introduced me to people she knew from school. So most of the guys that I dated were guys that she rejected first. I was a second class kinda girl. No one would want me first, but I was ok if the first choice wasn't available. I didn't blame Liz at all though, it wasn't her fault, it was just me.
Then when I was 15 I met a boy who changed all that. Liz and I had a horrible falling out which divided our group somewhat, and we started hanging out with different people when they weren't at school. One of the members of the "new group" I was hanging out with introduced me to a boy named Caleb. Ahhh, Caleb. He was sooo handsome and perfect. I didn't even pay attention to him, I thought he was so out of my league. Then it turned out, he liked me. Imagine my surprise. I hadn't given him a second thought, because I was too realistic for something like that, and suddenly, he is breaking up with his girlfriend to date me. People were telling me that and I was like, "Wow, what kind of crazy parallel universe have I stepped into?"
It was like I was in heaven. Caleb was handsome, the kind of guy girls were always checking out wherever we went, and Caleb was smart. This guy had straight A's and scored 1 point away from perfect on his ACT, plus he was athletic, and he played music, and he was a fabulous artist. I was so in love with him, and it turned out, he was so in love with me! He saw things in me that I didn't know where there. It was an awesome time in my life, I even called up Liz and talked out our problems, and we became friends again. Then his mom met me, and she said, "She's cute but she's no Christy," referring to the girl he broke up with to be with me. After that I was always comparing myself to Christy, Christy was tall, I was short, Christy was thin, I was (in my mind) chubby, Christy was smart, I had no way of knowing if I were smart anymore because I didn't go to school...You can see how I was thinking. So for a while my image of myself was, "Ok, but not as good as someone else."
Then one day I went to the Bon Marche to get some lipstick for prom. I had my makeup done and then I was walking through the mall to get to my car, and as I was walking I glanced in the mirrored wall beside me, and I saw a girl walking beside me, "Oh, what a pretty girl," I thought. Then I looked again and started laughing, because there was no girl walking beside me, the image I saw was of me. I had seen myself, and thinking I was someone else, I didn't judge myself and I thought I was a pretty girl. That was a nice confidence booster for me. I have called up that memory many times to make myself feel better when I'm feeling ugly or something.
The image of myself in my mind has changed many times over the course of the years, and even now it is always changing. I think that now I see myself as a mom/wife most of the time. Someone whose appearance really doesn't matter, someone whose intellect doesn't really matter, and it makes me a little sad. That is why sometimes I want to go out to a bar all dressed up with my friends and maybe flirt (a little, and harmlessly, mostly just talk actually) with some people, and that is one of the reasons why I write in my blog, I want to know that I still can write something, that I still have a brain that is useful for things other than thinking up a new way of getting my kids to do what I want without spanking them, or other things like that. Another reason I write is to feel understood. Most of the time I feel like I'm alone, like no one understands me, like the people who would listen to me if I tried to explain myself are too involved in the situation to really understand, because they'd hear me through their own filters.
Whatever I think and do and feel impacts those people, and they can't get around that impact enough to really understand ME. That was a bit of a tangent, wasn't it?
So back to the subject at hand, how do you see yourself? Do you think about that ever, or am I the only one?