Lost 180 pounds and hit my goal, feel like a mostly new version of myself, but underneath still the same person, getting through each day. Strange to think about, weird the whole way through too. Like you, smallest since my twenties, solidly into a healthier range now, which feels massive to me but is basically invisible to a stranger walking by. Started looking proportional somewhere in the 200s, and friends raved about it, fair since they'd also known me heavier. Strangers seeing me cold back then would've still clocked me as overweight though. Even now, lighter than ever, I catch myself thinking society sees me as normal, but I still feel kind of soft for normal. Got visible fat still, nothing athletic about me. Just average, I guess. Feeling my own bones under my skin is strange.