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 Sassy MIL Took over Our Bed Without Asking for Years—But This Time, I Set a Trap My In-Laws Walked Right Into
Every time my parents-in-law visited, my sassy MIL took over our bedroom, shoving my things aside and lighting her signature candles. One day, I decided enough was enough! I devised a plan that would leave her begging for the guest room.
I watched the clock tick down with dread, knowing that in exactly 17 minutes, Hurricane Monica would make landfall.
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My mother-in-law wasn’t just visiting — she was invading, and my master bedroom was always her first conquest.
“They’re early,” my husband Jake muttered, peering through the living room blinds.
The familiar silver sedan pulled into our driveway ten minutes ahead of schedule. Of course, they were early. Monica never played by the rules.
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I smoothed my shirt and plastered on what I hoped was a convincing smile.
“Ready for the storm?” I asked.
Jake squeezed my hand. “We’ve weathered worse.”
But had we?
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For five years, I’d watched Monica march straight into our bedroom and dump her dirty luggage on our bed.
She shoved our toiletries aside or tossed them into the bathroom cabinet so she could scatter her makeup and perfumes everywhere.
She lit scented candles without asking, and left behind heavy scents and even oily stains from her “relaxing oils.”
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The memory of last Christmas still stung, when I’d found my jewelry box emptied into a drawer because she “needed the space.”
She also shoved my books under the bed, and always left our room messier than she found it.
The doorbell rang, and Jake opened it with practiced enthusiasm. “Mom! Dad! Great to see you!”
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Monica swept in like royalty, air-kissing both of Jake’s cheeks before giving me a once-over that somehow made me feel both invisible and scrutinized.
Her husband Frank trailed behind, carrying their luggage and looking as passive as ever.
“Always lovely to see you both,” she remarked airily. “Won’t you brew some coffee while we get settled? Traveling is so tiring.”
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Before I could respond, she was already halfway down the hall. I shot Jake a desperate look, and he nodded — a silent promise to intervene.
But we both knew he wouldn’t keep it. Jake was a lion in every aspect of life except when it came to his mother.
“Mom,” he called after her, voice weaker than intended, “we’ve set up the guest room for you this time.”
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Monica paused, turned, and smiled the way a cat might smile at a cornered mouse. “Oh, that’s sweet, but you know how my back gets on those guest beds. You young people can handle it.”
And with that, she continued her march toward our bedroom.
I’d tried everything over the years. First came gentle hints: “The guest room has a better view.” Then direct requests: “We’d prefer to keep our room private.”
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Each attempt was met with dismissal.
“Stop being dramatic; it’s just a room,” she’d snap.
“Maybe if you had better guest rooms, we wouldn’t need yours,” she’d suggested once, as if our three-bedroom house existed solely for her bi-annual visits.
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For years, I swallowed my pride.
I’d strip our bedroom of anything truly private, surrender the space, and spend their visits feeling like a guest in my own home. Jake would whisper apologies in the guest room each night, promising to talk to her “next time.”
But something in me had finally snapped.
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Last night, I’d called Monica and told her clearly, “WE’VE SET UP THE GUEST ROOM FOR YOU. IT’S CLEAN, COZY, AND PRIVATE. WE’RE KEEPING OUR BEDROOM TO OURSELVES.”
“We’ll see when we get there, dear,” she’d said. Her voice dripped with condescension, a promise of future defiance.
So I’d prepared a little surprise for her, just in case.
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“There’s a new mattress on the guest bed. You really will be more comfortable there,” I called after Monica (it was a warning, but she couldn’t have known that at the time).
Then I rushed out the door to get to work.
When I returned home later, it was no surprise to find that Monica had colonized our bedroom. Her suitcase was splayed open on our bed, clothes already hanging in my closet.
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The familiar scent of her heavy floral perfume saturated the air, mixing with the three scented candles she’d lit. My skincare products had been shoved aside to make room for her extensive collection.
When I appeared in the doorway, Monica stood proudly amid the chaos.
“The guest room gets too much morning sun,” she declared without apology. “It’s better for young people like you to adjust. We’re staying here.”
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Everything was going according to plan.
“Of course,” I said sweetly. “Whatever makes you comfortable.”
Confusion flashed across her face. She’d been prepared for resistance, not surrender.
That evening, we had a tense dinner where Monica criticized my cooking (a bit too spicy), my wine choice (somewhat acidic), and our dishware (charming, in a rustic way).
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I met each barb with a serene smile that grew more genuine as the evening progressed. Jake kept shooting me questioning glances, but I just squeezed his hand under the table.
Later, as Monica and Frank settled into our bedroom, Jake and I retreated to the guest room.
“What’s going on?” he whispered. “You’re being weirdly calm about all this.”
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I slipped under the covers. “Let’s just say I made some preparations.”
“What kind of preparations?” His eyes widened with concern.
“Nothing illegal,” I assured him. “Just a little lesson in boundaries.”
We fell asleep to the sound of Monica’s television blaring through the walls — another of her charming habits.
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The next morning, I woke early to make coffee, humming as I arranged breakfast pastries on a plate. Jake joined me, still puzzled by my good mood but willing to play along.
At precisely 7:43 a.m., Monica stormed into the kitchen looking like she’d seen a ghost.
Her face was ashen, her lips pressed into a thin line, and her movements stiff with what could only be described as pure mortification. Frank shuffled behind her, staring intensely at the floor.
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She didn’t touch the coffee I offered. She didn’t meet anyone’s eyes.
After an unbearable silence that seemed to stretch into eternity, she finally spoke, each word forced out like it physically hurt.
“We’ll take the guest room. Please.”
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I tilted my head, the picture of innocence. “Oh? I thought you loved the master bedroom?”
Monica flinched visibly. “We changed our minds.”
Jake, who had been taking a bite of toast, suddenly started coughing, clearly trying to suppress laughter.
I patted his back a bit harder than necessary.
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“The guest room gets that lovely morning light,” I continued pleasantly. “And I just changed the sheets. I can help you move your things if you’d like.”
“No!” Monica said, too quickly. “No, thank you. We can manage.”
They excused themselves and hurried back toward the bedroom, where they spent the next hour quietly transferring their belongings to the guest room.
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I caught glimpses of Monica’s face: still haunted, still unable to make eye contact.
That evening, after Monica and Frank had retreated early to the guest room, Jake finally cornered me in the kitchen.
“Okay, what exactly did you do?” he whispered, equal parts horrified and impressed.
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I grinned. “Remember that shopping trip I took to that specialty store downtown?”
His eyes widened. “You didn’t.”
“I did. Plus a few things from a website with overnight delivery.” I beckoned to Jake with my finger. “I’ll show you.”
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I barely held back my giggles as I showed Jake the lacy, barely-there lingerie I’d tucked beneath the pillows and the adult toys I’d “accidentally” left in the en-suite bathroom.
“Oh my God,” he breathed, the blood draining from his face.
“There’s more,” I whispered.
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While our bedroom might have looked normal at first glance, I’d secretly placed massage oils, some interesting leather accessories, and items that required batteries throughout the room and bathroom.
I’d even filled our TV queue with titles that would make a sailor blush.
Jake’s mouth opened and closed several times before he managed to speak. “My mother saw all this?”
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“Every. Single. Piece.” I couldn’t help the satisfaction in my voice. “I figured if she wanted our most private space, she should understand exactly how private it is.”
He was quiet for a moment, then burst into laughter so loud I had to shush him.
“You’re evil,” he gasped between breaths. “Absolutely evil. And brilliant.”
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The rest of their visit passed in blessed peace.
Monica and Frank stayed firmly within the boundaries of the guest room. When they left three days later, Monica hugged me stiffly at the door.
“The guest room was quite comfortable after all,” she said tightly.
“I’m so glad,” I replied as I stepped back. “It’s yours whenever you visit.”
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As their car pulled away, Jake wrapped his arm around my waist. “You know she’s probably traumatized for life.”
“Good,” I said, leaning into him. “So was I, every time she invaded our space.”
That night, I slipped into bed with the satisfaction of a battle well won.
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Some might call it petty revenge, but I called it a necessary education in boundaries.
And judging by the text Jake received the next day saying they booked a hotel for Christmas, the lesson had stuck. Permanently.
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