Kris Jenner just reminded everyone who gave her famous daughters their stunning looks. The legendary momager just blew up Instagram after she posted new photos of herself looking quite skinny and incredibly youthful. The comment section lit up with impressed fans. So, let’s also bask in the glory of Jenner’s eternal beauty.
Usually, Kris Jenner’s Instagram is a proud mama zone where she posts her daughter’s accomplishments and only occasionally sprinkles in a photo or 2 of herself. In addition, Jenner has always kept the outfits she wears online quite humble. So you can only imagine everyone’s surprise when Kris recently broke out of her shell.
The 67-year-old leader of the Kardashian-Jenner clan posted a photo of herself looking exceptionally fit in a skintight leather-looking top and matching pants. What’s even more unusual were Kris’ arms, which she almost always keeps covered, especially in public. One comment even said, “I don’t think I’ve seen her arms, like ever.”
The internet instantly blew up over Kris’ weight loss transformation. And, indeed, the famous momager is flaunting her slimmed-down physique. She also recently made a red-carpet appearance at the ACE Awards in New York, and we could see that Jenner looked quite petite.
Kris’s comment section was utterly in awe of her new look as people also noted that she not only looks skinnier, but she’s also shed quite a few years off her appearance:
- “Kris is Benjamin-Button-ing.” — alexaathegreatt / Instagram
- “Why did I think this was Kim in a Kris wig.” — emily_puga / Instagram
- “God let me be this young and pretty in my 60s.” — omannadi / Instagram
- “You do not age 😍😍😍” — brookeashleyhall / Instagram
Of course, there were also people questioning Kris’ methods, but her family has a history of dealing with naysayers. Just recently, her youngest daughter Kylie shut down rumors that she’s had a lot of plastic surgery done. And, indeed, looking at how gorgeous their entire family is, you can’t deny the simple power of Kris’ genes.
My Entitled Daughter-in-Law Demanded That I Retire – My Son Gave Her a Reality Check
Hi there, I’m Nora, and if you told me a week ago I’d be venting on the internet about my family drama, I would have laughed. But here I am, a private school teacher with 13 years under my belt, caught up in a pickle that sounds straight out of a daytime drama.
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I’ve been teaching at a small, tight-knit school where I know every kid by name because we have only one class per grade. It’s a special place, really, far better than the nearby public schools, which, to be honest, aren’t great.
I plan to retire in about five years, give or take, content with my quiet life and looking forward to restful golden years. Now, onto the juicy part of this saga: my relationship with my daughter-in-law, Christine.
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To put it mildly, we’re not exactly chummy. At family gatherings, we orbit each other like distant planets, exchanging polite nods more out of necessity than desire. Civility, that’s our unspoken agreement.
But last week, Christine dropped a bombshell that could have made headlines in our family’s newsletter, if we had one. It turns out, my adorable grandson Joey is set to start school next fall, and guess what? He’ll be landing right in my class.
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You’d think that’d make things simple, right? Nope, Christine had other plans. She cornered me one evening and demanded, yes, demanded, that I retire! “It was your plan anyway,” she said, her tone sharp as a tack. “A couple of years won’t change anything.”
I was gobsmacked! The audacity floored me so much I couldn’t muster a single word in response. Over the next few days, she didn’t let up. Every chance she got, she started arguments, trying to corner me into agreeing to retire sooner. It was relentless.
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Just when I thought I’d have to cave, my son David stepped in. Ah, David, always the peacekeeper. He’d been watching this drama unfold and had cooked up a plan to give Christine the reality check she clearly needed.
So, David had been pretty quiet about his plan, but boy, did he make a splash when he put it into action. That day, as Christine strolled into the house, her eyes nearly popped out of her head.
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There she saw David, Joey, and a young lady I hadn’t met before, all huddled around a book on the living room couch. The scene was so calm and focused, it was like they were in their little bubble.
Christine, looking like she’d just walked into a surprise party meant for someone else, asked in a bewildered tone, “David, what’s going on here?”
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David, bless him, didn’t miss a beat. He was as calm as a cucumber when he said, “I’ve decided that Joey will be taking private lessons at home. Since you’re uncomfortable with him being in my mother’s class, this is the only viable solution. We’ll be hiring private tutors for all his subjects.”
Christine blinked a few times, obviously trying to process this new arrangement. David wasn’t done yet, though.
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He continued, “This means we’ll need to redirect our finances to cover the cost of his education. It’s quite expensive, so we’ll have to cut back on our vacations, restaurant dates, and even our clothing budget. Essentials only from now on.”
“Also, since we’ll be economizing, we’ll need to cut back on takeout, which means more cooking at home for you.” The weight of his words seemed to slowly sink in as Christine’s face fell.
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She started to argue, her voice tinged with desperation, “But that’s unnecessary! Can’t we just reconsider this?”
David, however, stood firm. He stressed the importance of Joey’s education and maintaining a peaceful family environment, not letting Christine’s objections sway him. “It’s important we do this the right way,” he insisted.
After the storm settled a bit and Christine had a few days to mull things over, something seemed to click in her.
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Maybe it was seeing David going to such lengths to sort out Joey’s education, or perhaps the realization of what her demands had been doing to everyone.
Whatever it was, the change was clear and somewhat surprising. One quiet evening, she approached me, something akin to humility in her eyes—a look I wasn’t accustomed to seeing on her.
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“I’m sorry for the trouble I caused,” she admitted, her voice soft, reflecting a genuine sense of remorse. “I didn’t realize the pressure I was putting on everyone, including you. I hope we can find a way to move forward from here.”
Hearing those words from Christine, well, it felt like a breeze after a stifling heatwave. I appreciated her coming forward to apologize; it wasn’t easy and it showed a willingness to mend fences. “Of course,” I replied, “let’s move forward, for Joey’s sake.”
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So, as the next school year rolled around, Joey started attending the private school as we had originally planned. The air between Christine and me had shifted.
It wasn’t like we were about to become best friends, but there was a newfound civility, a professional courtesy almost. We both understood that whatever our differences, Joey’s well-being was the priority. It wasn’t perfect by any means, but it was a start.
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The school year was off to its usual bustling start, but little did I know, a small unexpected moment was about to ease some of the tension between Christine and me.
About a month in, Joey, my grandson, won a class art contest—a little victory, but a big deal for him. Proud as ever, I set up a display of his artwork in the classroom, a colorful testament to his creativity.
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One afternoon, as Christine came to pick Joey up, something unusual happened. She paused—a rare break in her usually brisk pace. Her eyes landed on the display, and a softness appeared on her face that I hadn’t seen before.
“Joey did this?” she asked, her voice mixing surprise with a hint of pride.
“Yes, he’s quite talented,” I replied, seizing the chance to maybe, just maybe, bridge the gap between us a bit more. “He’s been very enthusiastic about art. It’s wonderful to see him express himself so creatively.”
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There was a moment, just a heartbeat or two, where Christine looked from the artwork back to me. I saw something in her eyes then—maybe gratitude, maybe a reassessment of old judgments. “Thank you,” she murmured, “for encouraging him.”
That small exchange felt like a window opening after a long time closed. From that day on, our interactions took on a slightly warmer tone.
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Christine began to inquire more about Joey’s day-to-day activities, showing a genuine interest beyond mere pleasantries. She even volunteered for a class event, which, believe me, was a surprise to all of us.
As the months rolled by, Joey flourished. Not just in his artwork, but academically and socially too. Every day, he seemed to come home with a new story, a new success, a new friend.
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Seeing him thrive like this, I felt a deep reassurance about my decision to stay on as his teacher. It was proof that despite the personal challenges, my professional integrity and dedication to these kids could make a real difference.
By the end of the school year, while Christine and I hadn’t exactly turned into friends, there was mutual respect, cemented by our shared commitment to Joey’s wellbeing.
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It wasn’t a perfect resolution—life seldom offers those—but it was a functional truce, a testament to the compromises we’re willing to make for the sake of the children we love.
Looking back, what began as a standoff that might have ripped our family apart, turned into a journey of understanding and compromise.
It showed me that sometimes, it’s the little things—like a child’s artwork—that can bridge the biggest divides. So, here we are, not perfect, but a family that’s learning, growing, and, most importantly, sticking together.
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