Khlo No

A bit of Yom Kippur body image talk, written between bagel bites.

Going on the internet without being visually accosted by a Kardashian is like leaving a New York City apartment without spending any money. Nearly impossible. 

There are some (many) who have no issue being bombarded with images of the cat-suit clad women who are becoming increasingly difficult to differentiate between. Others who wish to avoid them at all costs. 

I fall into a grayer, third party. Curious enough to click, not quite curious enough to read all the way through. Online enough (too online) to have capitalized repeatedly on their popularity when it has served me, My HuffPost author page from a certain era devoted mostly to their collective collection of sheer shirts. A bit later, as my own body image improved, I lamented their toxicity to a body positivity movement I’m no longer too convinced of. We grow. We evolve.