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 Neighbor Kept Hanging out Her Panties Right in Front of My Son’s Window, So I Taught Her a Real Lesson

The underwear of my neighbor turned into the star of a suburban farce, stealing the show directly outside my son’s 8-year-old window. Jake’s innocent question about whether her thongs were slingshots made me realize that the “panty parade” needed to end and that it was time to teach her some prudence when doing the laundry.
Oh, suburbia: a place where everything seems perfect, the air filled with the scent of freshly cut grass, and life goes on without incident until someone changes everything. At that point, Lisa, our new neighbor, showed up. Everything had been rather quiet until wash day, when I saw something for the first time that had caught me off guard: a rainbow of her panties flapping outside Jake’s window like flags at a dubious parade.I nearly choked on my coffee one afternoon while folding Jake’s superhero underwear and happened to look out the window. And there they were, lacy and blazing pink and very much on show. Ever the inquisitive child, my son glanced over my shoulder and posed the dreaded query, “Mom, why is Mrs. Lisa wearing her underpants outside? And why are there strings on some of them? Are they for her hamster companion?I tried to explain between choked laughter and horrified astonishment. However, Jake’s imagination was running wild as he pondered whether Mrs. Lisa had aerodynamically engineered underpants and was indeed a superhero. He even expressed a desire to participate, proposing that his Captain America boxers be displayed next to her “crime-fighting gear.” Jake would get curious and Lisa’s laundry would flap in the breeze on a daily basis. But I realized it was time to terminate this farce when he offered to hang his own underpants next to hers. So, prepared to settle the dispute amicably, I marched over to her residence. Before I could say anything, Lisa answered the door and made it plain that she wasn’t going to break her laundry routine for anyone. She dismissed my worries with a laugh, advised me to “loosen up,” and even gave me style tips for my own clothes. Despite my frustration, I remained resolute and devised a cleverly trivial scheme. Using the brightest fabric I could find, I made the biggest, flashiest pair of granny panties ever that evening. When Lisa departed the following day, I hung my work of art directly in front of her window. When she came back, the sight of the enormous underwear with a flamingo print almost took her breath away. It was worth every stitch to watch her lose her cool trying to take down my practical joke. After a while, she gave in and agreed to shift her laundry somewhere less noticeable, all the while I silently celebrated my success. After that, Lisa’s laundry disappeared from our shared vision, and everything returned to normal. What about me? In the end, I had some flamingo-themed curtains that served as a constant reminder of the day I prevailed in the suburban laundry war.
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