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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Single Mother of 3 Shows up for the Reading of Her Late Husband’s Will Only to Find Out the Lawyer Was His Mistress — Story of the Day
Megan showed up to hear her late husband’s will, expecting closure—not betrayal. But when the polished young lawyer read his final words, Megan learned the unthinkable: everything had been left to her. Not to his wife—but to his mistress. And that was just the beginning.
The morning sun spilled across the windshield like melted gold, casting soft light on the dashboard, but Megan could barely keep her eyes open.
Her head throbbed, her eyes burned, and every part of her felt heavy. The kind of heavy that doesn’t come from lack of sleep—it comes from loss.
In the back seat, Eli and Noah were wrestling over a crumpled snack wrapper. It crinkled loudly between them as Noah shouted, “It’s mine!” and Eli yelled back, “You had your turn!”
“Stop it! Both of you!” Lily, their sister, tried to keep the peace, her small voice trying to sound like a grown-up’s.
“You’re acting like babies.”
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“Boys, please,” Megan said, her fingers tightening around the steering wheel.
Her voice was calm, but there was a sharpness in it, a crack just under the surface. “Just… stop for five minutes, okay? Please.”
The car fell into a brief, tense silence.
Being a single mom was never easy. Megan had learned to juggle lunches, laundry, late-night fevers, and broken toys. But today, it felt like the weight of the world was on her shoulders.
Two weeks ago, Tom, her husband, the kids’ dad, the one person who used to balance her out, had passed away.
The kids still laughed, argued, and played like always. They didn’t fully understand what had happened.
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But Megan did.
She couldn’t afford to fall apart. Not now. Not ever. She had to be their anchor, their shield.
She dropped them off at school. Noah ran ahead. Lily skipped, her ponytail bouncing. But Eli—Eli lingered.
He stepped out of the car slowly, backpack dragging behind him. Megan saw the sadness in his eyes, the weight he was trying to hide.
“Hey,” she said gently, stepping out and walking around to him.
She bent down, so they were eye to eye, and placed her hands on his small shoulders.
“We’re gonna be okay.”
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He didn’t say anything. Just looked down.
“We’ll get through whatever comes. I promise.” She ran her fingers through his hair the way Tom used to.
He nodded, slow and unsure, and turned toward the school doors.
Megan got back into the car. The silence now felt louder than the chaos before.
She reached up to flip down the sun visor, hoping to block the sharp sunlight. Something slipped out and fluttered into her lap.
It was a photo—an old Polaroid, edges curled slightly with time. It was her and Tom, laughing on a beach somewhere.
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Their hair messy from the wind, cheeks sun-kissed, arms wrapped around each other like nothing could break them.
Her breath caught.
The tears came fast, too fast to stop. Her body shook as she leaned forward, pressing her forehead to the steering wheel.
The grief hit her like a crashing wave, the kind that pulls you under.
Ten minutes passed before she finally sat up, wiped her face with both hands, and whispered, “Be strong.”
Then she started the car and drove to the lawyer’s office.
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The law office was too clean, too quiet. The smell of lemon polish mixed with something faintly metallic—maybe from the filing cabinets or the air conditioning.
Megan stood in the doorway for a second, adjusting her blouse and brushing invisible lint off her skirt.
She wanted to look put together, like someone in control. But her fingers shook just a little as she opened the door.
A woman in a navy suit stood to greet her. She was tall and polished, her makeup perfect, her blonde hair pulled back into a neat twist.
Her smile was sharp, like it had been practiced in front of a mirror.
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“You must be Megan,” she said. “I’m Jennifer Green, Tom’s attorney.”
Megan blinked. The name meant nothing to her. “You were his lawyer?” she asked, her voice flat with disbelief.
Jennifer nodded and handed her a clipboard. “Yes. I’ll be reading Tom’s final will.”
Megan took the clipboard and signed quickly, her hand tightening around the pen.
“Let’s just get this over with. I’ve got three kids and too many things to handle.”
“Of course,” Jennifer replied smoothly, sitting behind her desk with a little too much ease. That smile again—it didn’t feel warm. It felt smug.
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Jennifer opened the folder in front of her and began reading.
“Thomas Carter’s final will… item one: the family home… item two: vehicle… item three: bank accounts…”
Megan listened, her face blank. This was all expected.
Then—
“And I leave all assets and property to Jennifer Green.”
The words hit like a punch. Megan blinked. “Wait. What did you just say?”
Jennifer looked up, face calm. “Tom left everything to me.”
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“To you?” Megan’s voice cracked. “You’re the lawyer. That doesn’t even make sense!”
“I only follow his instructions,” Jennifer said, folding her hands like she was preparing for a board meeting.
“It was his decision.”
Megan stood up fast, her chair scraping loudly behind her. “No. No, this is wrong. You were sleeping with him, weren’t you?”
Jennifer didn’t flinch. She only tilted her head, like she was bored of pretending. “He loved me.”
Megan’s chest tightened. The office began to blur around the edges.
She stepped back, barely able to breathe. “You’ll regret this,” she said, voice low and shaking.
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Jennifer didn’t answer.
Megan didn’t wait for one. She turned on her heel and walked out, the sound of her heels hitting the floor the only thing keeping her upright.
Later that afternoon, Megan pulled into the school parking lot, trying to push the morning’s shock to the back of her mind.
Eli and Noah came running, backpacks bouncing, shouting about who won kickball. Lily followed close behind, holding a paper crown she made in class.
“Mom, what’s for dinner?” Noah asked, climbing into the backseat.
“Can we have pancakes?” Lily added, already buckling in.
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Megan smiled weakly. “We’ll see, honey.” Her voice was steady, but it didn’t feel like hers. She kept the smile on her face, even as her heart felt like it was crumbling.
They were noisy and hungry and full of questions, just like always. And she couldn’t bring herself to tell them the truth yet.
When they pulled into the driveway, Megan’s stomach dropped. A man in a dark suit stood waiting on the porch. He held a folder and looked like someone delivering bad news.
“Mrs. Carter?” he asked as she stepped out of the car.
“Yes?”
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“I’m here on behalf of the property owner. I’m afraid you’ll need to vacate the home within seven days.”
She stared at him, frozen. “What? No. There must be a mistake. I have three kids!”
“I’m sorry,” he said, but his voice was flat. “It’s all legal. The ownership’s been transferred.”
Megan begged. She raised her voice. “Please, this is our home. My kids—”
But the man only shrugged. “There’s nothing I can do.”
Inside, Megan closed the door behind her and slid down to the floor. Her back pressed against the wood, her hands in her lap, useless.
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Everything was slipping through her fingers—her marriage, her home, the life she thought she had.
“Mom?” Noah’s voice was small now. He stood a few feet away, holding his backpack. “Are we going to be okay?”
Megan looked at him, her throat tight. She wanted to say yes. She wanted to promise him everything. But no words came.
That night, after the kids were asleep, she walked into the bedroom and opened Tom’s closet. His shirts still hung neatly, still smelled like him.
She started pulling everything down, ready to throw it all away.
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A jacket slipped from her arms and fell to the floor.
Something slid from the pocket and landed near her feet.
A sealed envelope.
She picked it up, staring at her name written in Tom’s handwriting.
With shaking hands, Megan broke the seal on the envelope. Her fingers trembled as she unfolded the paper inside.
One glance at the handwriting, and her breath caught in her throat. It was Tom’s. She’d know those messy, uneven letters anywhere.
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Her eyes moved slowly across the page.
Megan,If you’re reading this, it means I’m gone.I know I already gave a copy of the will to Jennifer, but I’ve started to doubt her. Something feels off. Just in case… here’s the real version. Give it to a good lawyer. One you trust.You were the best thing that ever happened to me. I’m sorry if I ever made you feel otherwise.I love you. Always.—Tom
Megan covered her mouth with her hand. Her eyes burned. For a moment, she just sat there, holding the letter close to her chest.
Inside the envelope was another folded paper—an official-looking document. A second will.
She opened it, reading carefully. Every word felt like a breath of air after being underwater.
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The house. The savings. Everything. Left to her and the kids.
Her shoulders shook. But it wasn’t sadness this time.
It was anger.
Jennifer had lied. She’d tricked everyone. She tried to steal what Tom had left behind for his family.
Megan wiped the tears from her face, but her hands were steady now. Her heart beat strong in her chest.
She wasn’t broken anymore. She was ready.
This wasn’t just about what was taken. With the real will, Jeniffer`s days were numbered.
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It was about what she was going to take back.
Within a week, everything changed.
Megan didn’t waste a second. The next morning, she called Carol Reynolds, a local attorney known around town for her no-nonsense attitude and sharp sense of justice.
Carol was in her sixties, with gray curls and reading glasses that hung from a chain around her neck.
She listened carefully as Megan told her everything, then nodded and said, “Let’s fix this.”
The court moved faster than Megan had expected. Carol brought the real will, Tom’s letter, and the story
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Megan had lived through. The truth came out like sunlight through clouds. Jennifer was exposed—she had faked the will, lied, and nearly got away with it.
She didn’t.
The court stripped Jennifer of her law license. Charges were filed. Megan didn’t feel joy seeing her fall—just relief. Like something heavy had finally been lifted.
In the end, Megan kept the house. The car. The savings. But more than that, she kept something deeper—her children’s home.
Their place of safety. A piece of the life she and Tom had built together.
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One warm Sunday morning, Megan sat on the front porch. The kids laughed in the yard, chasing each other under the soft breeze.
Her coffee was warm in her hands. The trees swayed gently, sunlight flickering through the leaves.
Life wasn’t perfect. She still missed Tom. That ache hadn’t left. But it didn’t rule her anymore.
“Mom!” Lily called, running up with a bunch of wildflowers. “These are for you!”
Megan smiled and took them. “They’re beautiful, honey. Thank you.”
She looked at the sky, eyes soft, and whispered, “We’re going to be just fine.”
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