Several days may have pᴀssed but there is no erasing the image from my mind.

Once seen in its full glory, Kim Kardashian’s bum will never be forgotten.

We had, of course, seen it flaunted before our faces many times before – but it looked rather different in days gone by after the PH๏τoshop magic had been worked on it, smoothing out its lumps and bumps.

Last Monday, the reality star stepped out on her hols in just a thong, revealing her sizeable derriere in its unadulaterated form.

Many were quick to congratulate her for daring to bare. But many others leapt to point out the pictures hit a bum note after years of exposing young fans to fake images of her seemingly sensational and faultless curves.

The very next day pictures again emerged of her in a ʙικιɴι but this time with considerably less cellulite.

I’ve never been a Kardashian fan. They are over-exposed in every sense. ʙικιɴι-gate is the first thing to pique my interest about them since the Paris robbery.

In my view they encourage young girls to pursue the same vacuous lifestyle in similarly vacuous outfits as they seemingly enjoy so much. It’s all skimpy skirts and figure-hugging everything with skyscraper heels.

I’m sick of it. Sick of seeing them in it and sick of seeing 13-year-old girls in it too. I want it to stop.

I have boys so I can easily sit on my high horse. A lot of the mums I know who have girls share my concerns but they don’t all crack down on it because their kids are terrified of not fitting in.