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!
I Discovered 13 Mysterious Candles and My Photo in My MIL’s Basement—The Shocking Truth
I Discovered 13 Mysterious Candles and My Photo in My MIL’s Basement—The Shocking Truth
It was just supposed to be a regular family celebration—my mother-in-law’s birthday. But when I went into the basement, I found something shocking: a ritual that made me question everything, especially the woman who raised my husband.
Honestly, this was wild! My mother-in-law has really lost it!
So, here’s what happened.
It was Jane’s birthday party. The whole family was there, and everything seemed fine. People were laughing, drinks were flowing, and she was acting sweet and welcoming.
You know, typical family stuff. I had only been married to Willis for a month, so I was still figuring out the whole in-law situation and trying to get along. But if someone had told me earlier what I was about to find, I would have thought they were joking.
Willis and I were in the living room with the guests when Jane, my mother-in-law, casually mentioned we were out of wine.
“Chelsea, dear, could you and Willis go down to the basement and get some bottles for the guests?” she asked, smiling in that warm but slightly forced way she always did. I didn’t think much of it, so I nodded and followed Willis downstairs.
The moment we stepped into the basement, something felt off. Maybe it was the musty smell, the dim lighting, or just a feeling deep in my gut telling me to leave. There was an eerie silence that hung in the air like a bad sign. I glanced at Willis, but he seemed completely unaware of anything unusual.
He walked straight to the wine rack, chatting about how his mom loved a good Chardonnay, while I lingered by the stairs, looking around. That’s when I saw it.
In the far corner of the basement, past the shelves of old family albums and dusty boxes, was a small table. On it sat a framed photo of… me.
“Uh, Willis?” I called out, my voice a bit shaky.
“What’s up?” he replied, still focused on grabbing a bottle.
“There’s a picture of me over here…”
He stood up, holding two bottles of wine, and walked over, looking confused. I pointed to the table, and that’s when he noticed it too.
“Why is your picture here?” he muttered. That’s when I spotted the candles.
Thirteen candles. Eight were lined up in front of my photo, one in each corner of the room, and one right in the center, right on the floor.
“What the hell?” I whispered, feeling my stomach drop. “Why are there candles? And why are they all around my photo?”
Willis blinked, just as shocked. “I…I don’t know. This is weird.”
“Weird?” I snapped, my voice rising. “This is more than weird, Willis! This is freakin’ creepy!”
I rushed to the table, my heart racing with questions. Why would Jane have a picture of me like this? Was it some sort of ritual? A strange family tradition? Or something darker?
I turned to Willis, my heart pounding, feeling like I had stepped into a horror movie. His face was pale, and his eyes were wide with disbelief, as if he had seen something much worse than just a weird setup of candles and my photo.
“Willis,” I whispered, barely able to speak. “What… What is this? What’s happening?”
He didn’t respond right away. He just stood there, staring at the candles, his breathing shallow. I could see the panic building in his eyes, the kind of fear that freezes you.
“Willis?” I repeated, my voice trembling. “Please, talk to me.”
Finally, he turned to me, his lips parting slightly, but no words came out. After what felt like forever, he spoke, his voice hoarse and shaky. “I… I think my mother’s been using a spell,” he stammered.
“A curse?” My stomach dropped. “What are you talking about?”
He took a deep breath, clearly struggling with whatever awful truth he was about to share. “My grandmother… she was into all this—this dark stuff. Witchcraft, curses, spells. I—I never believed it, but…”
He ran a hand through his hair, his voice almost breaking. “She taught my mom everything. And I think—Chelsea, I think my mom’s been trying to curse you.”
I stared at him, my mind racing. “Curse me? For what?”
I blinked, and there it was: positive.
“Willis!” I shouted, barely able to contain my excitement. “Willis, come here!”
He rushed in, panic flashing across his face. “What? What’s wrong?”
I held up the test, my hands shaking. “I’m pregnant,” I whispered, tears spilling down my cheeks.
For a moment, he just stared at me, his mouth hanging open in shock. Then his face broke into the biggest smile I had ever seen.
“You’re—wait, we’re—” He stammered, pulling me into a hug so tight I could barely breathe. “We’re having a baby?!”
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