There must be something rejuvenating in that Hollywood water! That’s a thought we all have in our heads from time to time when looking at pictures of forever fresh stars that seem to not have understood the concept of time. While we count how many new grey hairs grew this month, these celebrities keep on shocking us with the inconsistency of their age and their appearance.
Here at Bright Side, we love following celebrities, especially if it seems like they know the secrets of staying young and fresh forever. There’s definitely something we need to learn from them.
1. Eve, 1992 vs 2019
Eve started her career at a young age and has over 20 years of being under the spotlight. Now she’s 42, and it looks like years haven’t left any marks on her.
2. Gabrielle Union, 2009 vs 2021
The Bring It On and Being Mary Jane star shared that at 48 she has a few rules that boost her glow. She drinks enough water, makes sure she gets at least 8 hours of sleep, and exercises.
3. Queen Latifah, 1987 vs 2020
The Oscar-nominated, Grammy- and Emmy-winning singer and actress turned 51 on March 18. Queen shares that she does eat a lot of vegetables and lean meats, hydrates religiously and thinks that as long as you’re young at heart, your actual age doesn’t really matter.
4. Alicia Silverstone, 1992 vs 2020
The Clueless star, who is 44 years old, says that her diet is the secret to her youth — Alicia is vegan and leads an eco-friendly lifestyle. She shares that once she gave up meat and dairy, she started looking better after just 2 weeks.
5. Jeremy Piven, 2005 vs 2021
The famous American actor and comedian shared that he lifts weights, jumps rope, and does jiujitsu. He also said in an interview that he has been doing yoga for decades and goes for a run when he wakes up.
6. Alfre Woodard, 1995 vs 2020
Alfre Woodard is now 68 years old, but looking at her pictures from the past, it feels like she just changes outfits and hairstyles, but doesn’t age at all.
7. Jamie Foxx, 2004 vs 2021
There is always a question when it comes to Jamie Foxx — how does he still look as young as he did in the 2000s? Back then, when he was 33, he had his own series, The Jamie Foxx Show. Today, he’s 53 and still a popular actor that seems to have found the fountain of youth.
8. Sharon Stone, 2002 vs 2021
The 63-year-old actress shares that her secret of youth is something she took from her mom — she shares that she gave her a jar of moisturizer and told her to clean her skin and moisturize morning and night, and that’s what she does.
9. Bianca Lawson, 1991 vs 2019
Bianca Lawson has played teenagers on-screen since 1993 and it’s really no surprise why. The Buffy The Vampire Slayer and Pretty Little Liars star is 42, but you can’t tell since her glowing skin looks like it’s ageless. Bianca shares that she prefers natural sweeteners to sugar and tea to coffee and believes that youth is a mentality, so to stay young you have to reduce stress and enjoy life.
10. Alicia Keys, 1997 vs 2021
The 40-year-old singer not only looks young and fresh, but she also manages to look younger than her years without wearing heavy makeup — she advocates for embracing natural beauty and actually has incredible skin. Her routine includes jade rolling, oils, and cucumber pulp.
11. Elizabeth Hurley, 2001 vs 2021
Today the British model is 54 years old, but in her latest Instagram posts, she legitimately looks like a girl in her 20s. And though it looks effortless, she does put a lot of effort into it. Her methods are hydration, a balanced diet, and workouts. For example, Elizabeth does squats while brushing her teeth and considers gardening her main form of exercise.
12. Helena Christensen, 1998 vs 2020
It’s hard to believe, but the famous supermodel turns 52 this year, showing her flawless body on her Instagram account. Helena shared that in Denmark, where she’s from, people are taught to not hide anything when it comes to what nature gave them.
13. Janet Jackson, 1998 vs 2020
The music legend turned 55 in May and it seems like 20 years have left no marks on her face. Jackson doesn’t really share her secrets to staying young, though she mentioned that she has a mostly plant-based diet, doesn’t eat meat, and that she has a long-term relationship with fitness.
What’s your secret to staying youthful? We’d be happy to see your comments in the section below.
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My MIL Rented Out the House I Was Living In to a Stranger Behind My Back — Story of the Day
The night I thought someone had broken into my house. I had no idea the real betrayal had started much earlier and from someone I trusted most — my MIL.
After my husband passed away, my life fell apart like an old photo album: the pictures were the same, but the reality was completely different. When Tim finally started preschool, I went back to work. I had no choice. Money was catastrophically tight.
“Well, at least there’s coffee… or not,” I muttered one morning.
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The lifeless coffee maker had been mocking me since spring. Every attempt to revive it ended with burnt fingers and a sharp smell of fried wires.
Life had become an endless checklist: work, pick up Tim, pay bills, fix the washing machine, replace the hallway lightbulb, patch the fence — because, as I sarcastically told my friends:
“The neighbor’s cats have turned my lawn into their personal Coachella.”
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“Hey, Claire, maybe just hire a handyman?” Megan suggested over the phone one evening.
“Haha, sure, if he works for cookies and hugs.”
Our life used to be so neatly organized with my husband: he fixed everything, and I handled everything else. In the end, I was trying to be the handyman, accountant, and therapist all at once.
And honestly? I am barely scraping by.
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There wasn’t even time to grieve properly. I held onto life with both hands and teeth. And somehow, after a few months, I managed to create a fragile routine. For the first time in a long time, I could finally breathe.
“Maybe I’ll even turn into Wonder Woman,” I giggled.
I just didn’t know that my next big skill would be surviving a home invasion… in my favorite pajamas.
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***
That evening, everything was going according to plan.
Tim was sound asleep in his room across the hall.
I loaded the dishwasher and finally curled up in bed with a mug of steaming chamomile tea. My laptop was open, the quarterly report blinking at me from the screen. I exhaled with satisfaction.
“Alright, Claire. Maybe you’ll actually finish this on time for once!”
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The house was quiet. Peaceful. Until — click.
“What was that?” I whispered into the silence.
A few heartbeats later, I heard footsteps. Heavy. Purposeful. Someone was rummaging in the kitchen drawers. My heart slammed into my ribs.
“Tim? Tim, is that you?”
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No answer.
The footsteps grew louder. Heavier. Someone was climbing upstairs.
The first stair creaked.
Then the second.
The third.
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I shoved my feet into my slippers and grabbed the first thing I could reach — a can of deodorant.
The steps were closer now. My skin prickled with cold sweat.
“Oh God… Please, not a maniac. Not tonight. Not while I’m wearing striped pajamas.”
The door to my bedroom creaked open. And there, silhouetted against the dim hallway light, stood a man.
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“Aaaaaah!”
I unleashed a furious cloud of deodorant straight into his face.
“Whoa, whoa, whoa!”
The man shouted, shielding himself with both hands. “What are you doing?!”
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“Get out of my house!” I shrieked, brandishing the deodorant like a sword. “I know karate!”
The man flailed, stumbling backward blindly. I sprinted past him, scooped up a sleepy Tim from his bed, and charged down the stairs.
Sleepy Tim was mumbling, “Five more minutes, Mom…”
I punched at my phone screen, missing the numbers at least three times before finally connecting to 911.
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“Oh God,” I gasped, pressing Tim tighter against me. “Hurry, please, hurry!”
Sirens began to howl somewhere nearby.
“Hold on, kiddo. Mom’s still standing. And Mom’s mad as hell.”
At that moment, I still had no idea that the “intruder” might have more legal rights to my house than I did.
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***
In five minutes, two officers escorted the man outside, his hands cuffed behind his back. He blinked, looking genuinely bewildered about what had just happened.
I stood there wrapped in my blanket, shaking like a leaf in the wind. One officer leaned toward me.
“So, you’re saying this man broke into your home?”
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“Yes!” I nearly shouted. “He broke in! In the middle of the night! I thought he was here to rob me! Or… or eat me!”
The officers exchanged a glance. One of them turned back to the man.
“Sir? Your side of the story?”
The man swallowed hard and nodded toward his backpack lying at his feet.
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“I… I rented this place. The lease is inside.”
One of the officers bent down, opened the backpack, and pulled out a folder.
I raised an eyebrow so high it could’ve touched the ceiling.
“What lease?! This is MY house!”
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The officer flipped through the papers carefully.
“Hmm. According to this, Robert is a legal tenant. Landlord listed as Sylvia.”
“WHAT?!” I shrieked so loudly that the neighbor’s dog started barking again.
“That’s my mother-in-law!”
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“Ma’am,” the officer said gently, “in that case, this is a civil matter. We can’t evict him. You’ll need to resolve it through court.”
I stared at them, slack-jawed.
“You mean… he stays?”
“Until a judge says otherwise, yes.”
Robert cautiously stepped closer, rubbing his wrists awkwardly.
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“I’m really sorry. I didn’t mean to cause trouble. If you want, I’ll leave.”
I sighed so hard that both officers winced.
“No… just stay for now. There’s a guest room on the first floor. Private bathroom. And please… no more surprise appearances upstairs.”
“Of course!” Robert agreed quickly. “Quieter than a mouse.”
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“A mouse that already shredded my nerves,” I muttered under my breath.
The real storm, however, was still on its way — and its name was Sylvia.
***
The next morning, I woke up to the smell of… coffee. I narrowed my eyes at the kitchen door.
“What now? A UFO crash landing?”
I threw on my sweater and crept downstairs. And there it was: a picture-perfect breakfast. Omelets, buttered toast, jam, fresh-brewed coffee…
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And, miracle of miracles, my coffee maker was working again like a resurrected phoenix rising from the ashes.
“Um… did you do all this?” I asked cautiously, staring at Robert, who stood by the stove flipping eggs.
“A peace offering,” he said, smiling. “And your coffee maker? It just had a loose wire.”
“Seriously?” I groaned. “A whole month without coffee… because of one tiny wire?!”
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“Glad I could help,” he said, giving a cheeky wink.
I took a sip and almost moaned with pleasure. Actual, real, life-changing coffee.
And then…
“BAM!”
The front door burst open.
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“How DARE you treat him like that!” Sylvia shrieked, storming inside with the force of a small tornado. “That poor boy! Have you no heart?!”
“Sylvia,” I said, setting my mug down before I shattered it, “did you rent out MY house?”
“My son’s house!” she yelled. “And I needed the money! For porch repairs! And a new clothes dryer!”
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I blinked.
“I have a will! The house was left to ME!”
Sylvia lifted her chin defiantly.
“A will is one thing. Registering ownership is another, sweetheart. You dragged your feet. So technically, it’s still partly mine.”
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“Even if that were true, you can’t just rent out a house without telling me!”
“You’ve got plenty of space! Robert’s a writer! You wouldn’t even notice him!”
“Oh really. Hard to miss a giant sneaking through my hallway!”
Robert shuffled awkwardly, clearing his throat.
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“If I’m causing problems, I’ll refund the money and find somewhere else.”
“You already paid for a whole year!” Sylvia wailed. “And I spent it! I bought the dryer! And a neck massager!”
I blinked. Twice.
“Sylvia… Do you realize that’s basically fraud?”
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She shrugged like it was nothing.
“I can only pay back what’s left — maybe enough for nine months.”
I stared at her, disbelief buzzing in my head.
“So you can refund nine months, but three months are already gone?”
She gave a very unapologetic nod.
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“Exactly.”
I exhaled sharply, turning to Robert.
“Alright then. Robert, stay for the three months you already paid for. That way, you’ll have time to find a new place, and she,” I shot Sylvia a sharp look, “will return the rest.”
Robert gave me a small, warm smile.
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“Fair enough.”
“Fair,” he agreed warmly.
I turned back to Sylvia, staring her down. “No more surprises, Sylvia. Ever.”
When the front door slammed shut behind Sylvia, I exhaled for what felt like the first time in months. I had no idea that chaos could sometimes bring unexpected peace… and even something better.
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***
Three months flew by faster than I ever expected. Robert stayed in the guest room just like we agreed, but somehow, he quickly became part of the house.
He never imposed — he was simply there, fixing the fence and clearing clogged gutters. In the evenings, he played soccer with Tim in the backyard, their laughter echoing across the neighborhood.
At first, I kept my distance. I told myself he was just a tenant, just temporary.
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But day after day, it became harder to ignore how his laughter filled the empty spaces of our home, how he always knew exactly when I needed a helping hand, or just someone to sit beside me in silence.
On weekends, he read drafts of his articles out loud at the kitchen table while I sipped coffee, pretending to be a harsh literary critic.
Tim adored him. But most of all, something inside me began to heal. The walls I had built around my heart since losing my husband… started to crack.
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One evening, I sat on the front porch, watching Robert chase Tim across the yard with a soccer ball. I was breathing in the quiet joy of the moment and thought:
“I think you’d be okay with this, my love. I think you’d be smiling, seeing me laugh again.”
Robert jogged over to the porch, slightly out of breath, and sat down beside me without a word.
After a moment, he reached out, his fingers brushing lightly against mine. And for the first time since I could remember, I didn’t pull away.
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