Kendall Jenner seems to be your typical 19-year-old: a seemingly vapid creature who tries to be “deep,” except her version of being deep is talking about how she banned herself from using her phone so that she could experience “the world” (whatever that even means). Gee whiz, no phone for a week? How did she survive?!
Spoiler alert: she didn’t. She dead (but not really).
It might sound like I’m jealous of Kendall, but I’m really not. I mean, if my family had millions of dollars at their disposal I could spend the entire day in the gym AND afford to have a nutritionist to make sure I’m not eating shit, aka be as toned as Kendall. Alas, I have none of those things, and yet this clueless child does. Instead I live a normal life outside of the spotlight where I don’t have to look flawless 24/7 and can eat french fries 4 nights a week if I want because 9 times outta 10 I don’t give a shit what I look like. THAT’S a life worth living right there.
So do I wish I were this toned? Yes. But are french fries more important in life than abs? Duh. Kendall probably disagrees with me, which is okay. Somehow I’ll keep living my life even though she’s probably wagging her finger at me right now. Anyways, here’s her stomach which is why you clicked on this in the first place rather than to hear me ramble on and make stuff up for the sake of reaching a minimum word count for Google: