I'm complicated.
Most days I realize that I just don't look at myself. Not because I'm trying not to, but it's like... how sometimes you look at a clock or at your phone and then a few minutes later you want to know what time it is and you remember you just looked but it didn't register somehow. That's how I "look" in the mirror most of the time... just not consciously processing.
When I was younger I didn't like how I looked. Looking back, though, I realize I never looked as bad as I always thought I did at the time. Not trying to be full of myself or anything... but given enough time to look at older photos objectively as if I'm looking at a new stranger... and I didn't look as bad as I always thought.
Of course, no one ever told me I looked good... so there was no external reinforcement for anything... and with women tending to avoid me if they knew I liked them, why wouldn't I assume I was hideous?
But... I had been growing my beard and my hair was unkempt when I went into the medical facility recently after my attempt... and while in there I didn't care for myself well... so when I finally got out, first thing I did after a good night's sleep was to shower and then shave my head and shave my beard mostly gone, keeping a goattee basically... and when I was done, and looked at myself in the mirror... I honestly thought I looked good.
Not just "not bad" but actually good. It was an odd thought, but it felt genuine. Of course in the course of my life I don't think how I looked has ever really mattered... good or bad... but it was nice to look at myself and not recoil and not over-judge myself and just feel good in my skin.