It depends on the person who 'sees' me:
My grand-daughter sees me as the reliable, loving granny and fount of all knowledge and says she aspires to be like me. Hah!
My grandson sees me as the person who's alwaye there to cuddle him and provide a calm, sometimes creative environment - and the lady who will not be persuaded by 'Mummy says it's all right if I have..' (name sweet stuff) until Mummy confirms this to me by text !
My son sees me as the rock to which, very occasionally, he still clings (and thank goodness)
Most but not all, my neighbours see me as someone who is guaranteed to spoil the atmosphere of their jolly racist conversations, so they no longer invite me to their soirees. (good)
I don't think the people at my elder's group know quite what to make of me. Probably, ko te heahea ia.
Complete strangers (and I know this because some of them have told me so) see me as a fat woman who has 'let herself go' (to where, I wonder?) who sits watching daytime TV (the TV I have never owned) eating cream cakes and pies .
(well, yes, the very, very occasional cream cake on special occasions - can one vanilla slice every 6 months make you gain 5 stone? As for pies - yuk!).
And I see myself as tough, a fighter (our family motto is
Numquam desistas, numquam dare in - Never give up, never give in) and a survivor. Usually friendly, mostly harmless.