No matter how much time passes by from the time the iconic movie that stole millions of hearts aired, stunning Julia Roberts would always be the Pretty Woman we all fall for.
At 56, the actress defies age, no matter what people think of her looks. For one, she’s all about natural aging and embraces her appearance.
The beloved Hollywood icon has been spotted enjoying a well-deserved vacation recently.
What many noticed is that Roberts gained a few pounds, but looking at her, we can’t help but agree that the saying “beauty comes in all shapes and sizes” is totally accurate.
The great thing about Roberts is that she’s not afraid to put on bikini despite those extra few pounds, and that’s one of the reasons we all love her so much.
Of course, people’s opinions over Robert’s recent photos differ. While some say she’s changed, others are convinced she looks stunning for her age, or any age to be honest.
Her fans always stay by her side and remind us that beauty doesn’t always come from the outside.
For the last 20 years, Roberts has been happily married to Daniel Moder. When they first met in 2000 on the set of The Mexican, Moder was married to then-wife Vera Steimberg. Rumors were that his first marriage broke down because of the Runaway Bride star although she claimed she wasn’t the reason why Moder and Steimberg divorced.
Before tying the knot with Moder, with whom she shared three children, twins Phinnaeus and Hazel and a son Henry, Roberts was romantically involved with actors Dylan McDermott, Matthew Perry, Jason Patric and Liam Neeson. She was briefly engaged to actor Kiefer Sutherland, but the two split mere days before they were supposed to say ‘I do.’
Roberts then married country singer Lyle Lovett and their marriage lasted for two years, from 1993 to 1995. At the time she met Moder, Roberts was said to have dated actor Benjamin Bratt.
Today, the couple are as in love as day one.
My Parents Abandoned Me and My Siblings When I Was 15 — Years Later They Came At My Door Smiling
I was fifteen when my world shattered. My parents, whom I had always relied on, were frantically packing their belongings right before my eyes. “We’ll call child services.
They’ll take you away,” my father’s voice echoed as he stuffed his suitcase with clothes and belongings. I stood there, paralyzed, watching the chaos unfold, unable to comprehend the reality of what was happening. My little brothers, James, aged six, and Lucas, aged five, clung to me, their wide eyes filled with confusion and fear.
When the door slammed shut behind them, leaving us behind, the weight of responsibility crashed down on me. I became a parent overnight, thrust into a world I was unprepared for. The days that followed were a blur of panic, desperation, and sorrow. I tried my best to care for my brothers, but it wasn’t long before we were found and placed into the foster care system. The heart-wrenching separation from James and Lucas left a void in my heart that nothing could fill.
Struggles of Survival
The years that followed were a grueling test of endurance and willpower. I bounced from one foster home to another, each one a new challenge. Some were kind, but others were harsh and unloving.
The streets became my sanctuary at times, a place where I learned the harsh realities of life. I scraped by, working odd jobs, doing whatever it took to survive. The pain of being separated from my brothers never left me. Every night, I would lie awake, wondering where they were, if they were safe, if they remembered me.
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