
Watch them and weep.
May '99--graduation, 20 years old (don't
ask me about the differences of the Finnish
school system compared to the US one unless
you've got an hour to spare) and positively
blooming with accumulated fat.
Also raising suspicion among
relatives--"Ye've gotten some tummy, eh?"
*pat pat* "Not making me a great-grand-aunt
yet, are ye?" Aaargh.
Okay. So the title isn't really appropriately placed, since I'm gonna start with the "before" pictures.

I still had nice legs, though.
Not that they mattered, since they had
to carry all that *&$�*�!ing weight.
Well, well, well. By the millennium, it seemed that Fat Bastard was about to discover a long lost sister (and yeah, Austin Powers 2 was a crap movie).
So. Here's Auntie,
Easter 2K. Excuse the picture quality,
this is a video-to-MPEG grab from a tv
talkshow. There were spotlights at my feet,
they added at least 5 kg (that's ten pounds
to those of you metrically impaired) and at least one
extra chin to my appearance. Dammit. I was
at my fattest at this point, anyway.

Yes, this is my *real* hair colour. And yes, that dress is not as tight as it should be, but it was the tightest I could find in my closet.
What is that? You want *bikini pics*? All in good time, all in good time...
***
January 2001--Even more gorgeous! :D
Finally. I. Can. Fit. Into. A. Size. XS. Dress. Again. Wohooooooooooooooooo!
At 48-49 kg (105-108 pounds), I'm finally there. Before you start screaming about anorexia, remember that I *am* a little Auntie, only 152 cm (5') tall. This is where I intend to stay, I have no desire of weighing any less than this. I'm *slim* and I like it, I don't want to be *thin* like some wasted model:P. Now bring me that steak!