For several weeks, eagle-eyed fans have been accusing reality TV star Kim Kardashian of attempting to conceal a “wonky eye.” Numerous red carpet appearances have featured her right eye hidden beneath a carefully placed fringe, as seen at the OSCARS 2024 Vanity Fair After Party and the Academy Museum of Motion Pictures event. Additionally, paparazzi shots have consistently shown her wearing sunglasses in low-light settings.
Her rumored eye problem has sparked speculation, including a professional opinion from nurse Carolyn Clark.
Clark believes Kardashian is suffering from ptosis, a side effect of improperly administered Botox injections. Ptosis occurs when anti-wrinkle injections are placed too low in the frontalis muscle or eyelid, leading to muscle weakness and a drooping eyelid. Fortunately, the condition is temporary. However, it is important to note that these claims are based on observations and speculation, and there has been no official confirmation from Kardashian or her representatives regarding any Botox treatments or complications.
“Ptosis is something annoying that can happen with Botox… it’s rare, but it does happen. It’s when the Botox is injected a little too low into the frontalis or into the eyelid muscle, and it makes the lid droop. It doesn’t last forever thankfully, it goes away when the Botox wears off.”
Clark shared her thoughts on TikTok, causing a surge of interest and various theories from fans.
Some have suggested that Kardashian’s issue could be related to a lack of sleep, while others believe she may be allergic to Botox. A few have even proposed that the condition could be genetic, drawing attention to similar appearances of her mother’s eyes.
This latest buzz only adds to ongoing speculation about Kardashian’s plastic surgery and aesthetic procedures.
While she has admitted to using Botox, she denies undergoing any further surgical enhancements. However, cosmetic surgery experts disagree, pointing to evidence that suggests multiple non-surgical procedures and possible breast and butt implants.
As one of the world’s most closely watched celebrities, Kim Kardashian is no stranger to public scrutiny and speculation about her appearance. While fans continue to analyze her every move, it is essential to remember that any claims about her cosmetic procedures or alleged complications remain unconfirmed. As with all matters concerning personal health, privacy and respect should be paramount.
Speaking of dramatic changes, Khloé Kardashian recently sported a bold new hair color. We’ll be diving deeper into this fiery transformation in our next piece, so don’t miss out!
My Husband Refuses to Help with Our Crying Baby at Night, Puts on Headphones & Listens to Calming Music – I Taught Him a Lesson
Scarlett is at her wit’s end, balancing a demanding career and a teething baby while her husband, Dave, sleeps peacefully with noise-canceling headphones. When he dismisses her pleas for help, Scarlett hatches a cunning plan to make him experience her sleepless nights.
I need to vent about something.
My name’s Scarlett, and I’ve been married to Dave for 25 years. We’ve got three kids: a 12-year-old soccer fanatic, an 8-year-old aspiring astronaut, and our newest addition, Lily, who’s six months old.
Now, don’t get me wrong, I love my kids to bits, but balancing a demanding career and raising these little humans is no joke.
Dave and I used to be this power couple. But lately, he’s been avoiding his share of nighttime baby duty.
Picture this: I’m pacing the room with a screaming, teething baby at 2 a.m., while he’s blissfully asleep, noise-canceling headphones on, listening to some darn calming ocean waves or whatever. It’s infuriating!
So, here’s the setup. It was one of those nights. Lily was teething and inconsolable. I’d tried everything—rocking, feeding, singing lullabies. Nothing worked. Exhausted and at my wits’ end, I shook Dave awake.
“Dave, I need help. Lily’s been crying for hours,” I pleaded, my voice barely masking my frustration.
He groaned and pulled off his headphones. “Scarlett, I have to be up early. My job is demanding. Can’t you handle it?”
“Seriously, Dave?” I snapped, feeling the hot sting of tears in my eyes. “I’ve been handling it all night. I need some support here.”
He rolled his eyes and turned away. “I need my sleep. I can’t function at work if I’m exhausted.”
That was it. The tipping point. His words stung more than they should have. I felt like I was drowning, and he was just floating by, oblivious. Something had to change. I couldn’t keep feeling this undervalued and alone.
That’s when I hatched my plan.
I’m not proud of it, but desperate times call for desperate measures. I decided to modify his precious headphones, planting a hidden speaker controlled by my phone. Yeah, it was sneaky, but I was desperate for him to understand my struggle.
I activated the speaker. The sound of a baby crying filled his headphones. He shot up, confused and irritated.
“Scarlett, did you hear that?” he mumbled, rubbing his eyes.
“Hear what?” I replied, feigning ignorance.
He shook his head and stumbled over to Lily’s crib.
“Dave, I think you’re just stressed,” I said, keeping my voice calm. “Maybe you should help with Lily more often. It might help you sleep better.”
He stared at me, and I could see the wheels turning in his head.
“Yeah, maybe,” he muttered, but the doubt was there.
By the end of the week, Dave was a wreck.
He was snapping at the kids, his patience worn thin.
“Scarlett, I don’t know what’s going on, but I can’t take this anymore. I’m hearing things, and I’m exhausted.”
I bit my lip, feeling a mix of guilt and satisfaction.
“Dave, we need to talk,” I said, my voice steady but filled with the weight of the past few nights.
He looked at me, his eyes bloodshot and weary. “What is it? Just tell me.”
One peaceful night, after a particularly calm evening with Lily finally asleep, we crawled into bed, both of us utterly exhausted. Dave pulled me close, his arm wrapped around me.
“Scarlett,” he whispered, his voice filled with gratitude, “thank you.”
I smiled, feeling a sense of contentment wash over me. “Thank you, Dave,” I whispered back. “For being my partner.”
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