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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We Took in a Homeless Man for the Winter — The Package He Left Before Leaving Broke Us
A freezing night and a simple act of kindness brought a homeless man named Jeff into Ellie’s home and her life. But as their bond grew, an unexpected discovery unraveled secrets from the past.
For months, I saw him sitting near the bench by the bus stop outside my office. He always had that same small, battered kit, fixing shoes like it was his job. His clothes were clean but shabby, and his hands were rough, though they moved with such care.
A homeless man | Source: Freepik
I couldn’t help but notice him. Something about the way he carried himself struck me. He never begged or even looked like he wanted anything from anyone. I started saying hello when I passed by. He’d smile politely, nod, and go back to his work.
One day, on a whim, I handed him a shoe with a broken heel. “Do you think you can fix this?” I asked, unsure why I even stopped.
A woman with her shoes off | Source: Freepik
He looked up at me, his eyes warm but tired. “Sure thing,” he said, holding it up to inspect. “Should take me about twenty minutes.”
I sat nearby, watching him. He was quiet but focused, like fixing that shoe was the most important thing in the world. When he handed it back, it was as good as new.
“What’s your name?” I asked.
A young businesswoman talking to a homeless man | Source: Midjourney
“Jeff,” he said simply, tucking his tools back into the kit.
One night, just before Christmas, the air was freezing. I pulled my coat tighter as I walked to my car, but something made me stop. Through the window of a café about to close, I saw Jeff. He was sitting alone at a table, his head down, clutching a small package wrapped in brown paper.
A homeless man looking down | Source: Freepik
I stepped inside, the warmth hitting me immediately. “Jeff,” I said softly, walking over to him. “What are you doing here? Don’t you have somewhere to go?”
He looked up, startled at first, then relaxed when he saw me. “Shelter’s full tonight,” he said, his voice low and steady. “But don’t worry, I’ll manage.”
I frowned. “It’s freezing out there. You can’t stay out in this.”
A serious woman outside in the snow | Source: Freepik
He shrugged. “It’s not the first cold night I’ve had.”
The thought of him out there in that weather made my chest tighten. “Come home with me,” I blurted.
He blinked. “What?”
“I mean it,” I said, more firmly this time. “We have a basement. It’s not fancy, but it’s warm, and there’s a bed. You can stay there for the night.”
A woman talking to a homeless man | Source: Midjourney
Jeff shook his head. “I can’t—”
“Yes, you can,” I interrupted. “Please. I won’t be able to sleep if I know you’re out here.”
He hesitated, his eyes searching mine. “You’re too kind, you know that?” he said finally, his voice soft.
I smiled. “Come on.”
A smiling woman outside in winter | Source: Freepik
The next morning, I woke up to the smell of bacon and the sound of laughter. I found Jeff in the kitchen, flipping pancakes while my kids sat at the table, grinning ear to ear.
“Mom, Jeff’s so funny!” my youngest said, her face sticky with syrup.
Jeff glanced over and smiled sheepishly. “Hope you don’t mind. Thought I’d make myself useful.”
I shook my head, smiling back. “Not at all.”
Freshly baked pancakes | Source: Pexels
Later that day, I went down to the basement to check on him. Everything that had been broken, an old lamp, a wobbly chair, even a leaky faucet, was fixed. He’d polished all our shoes too.
That evening, I brought it up to my husband. “What if we let him stay for the winter?”
He raised an eyebrow. “You’re serious?”
“He’s kind, he’s helpful, and…” I paused. “I don’t know. It just feels right.”
A couple talking | Source: Freepik
After a long silence, my husband nodded. “Okay. But just for the winter.”
When I told Jeff, he looked stunned. “I can’t impose like that,” he said.
“It’s not imposing,” I assured him. “We’d like to have you here.”
For the next few weeks, Jeff became part of the family. The kids adored him, and he was always finding ways to help around the house. It felt like he belonged with us, though I couldn’t explain why.
A man washing the dishes | Source: Pexels
One evening, we were sitting in the living room, chatting about old times. I pulled out a photo of my parents to show him.
“This is my mom and dad,” I said, handing him the picture.
Jeff froze, his face going pale. His hands trembled as he stared at the photo. “Your mom…” he whispered, his voice barely audible.
“What’s wrong?” I asked, alarmed.
An elderly man looking at a photo | Source: Pexels
But he didn’t answer. He just stood up abruptly and left the room.
The next morning, he was gone. All that was left was his package, carefully placed on the pillow in the basement.
It was the same brown paper package Jeff always carried, the one he never let out of his sight. Now it was here, deliberately left behind. I stared at it for a long moment before slowly peeling back the paper.
A brown package | Source: Pexels
Inside was a photograph and a folded letter.
I picked up the photo first. My breath caught in my throat. It was Jeff—much younger, his face free of the wear and sadness I’d come to recognize. He was smiling, holding a baby wrapped in a pink blanket. On the back, in neat handwriting, were the words: “Jeff and Ellie, 1986.”
I stared at the name. My name.
A happy man with his daughter | Source: Midjourney
My hands shook as I unfolded the letter. The words blurred as tears filled my eyes, but I forced myself to keep reading.
Jeff wrote about his life, his mistakes, and the love he lost. He explained how he’d met my mother when they were young and deeply in love. But life hadn’t been perfect. He admitted he’d cheated, a mistake he regretted every single day. When my mother found out, she left him, cutting him out of her life completely.
A senior man writing | Source: Freepik
“I tried to see you,” he wrote. “I begged her to let me stay in your life, but she wouldn’t hear it. She moved away, and I had no way to find you. I lost everything—my family, my career, my home. I never forgave myself for failing you. When I saw your mother’s photo, I knew immediately who you were. But I was too ashamed to tell you. I didn’t deserve you, Ellie. I still don’t.”
The letter ended with: “I love you, my little Ellie, more than I can ever say. I hope you can forgive me someday.”
An elderly man writing | Source: Freepik
I sat there, stunned, clutching the photo and letter. How could this be true? My father, the man I believed had abandoned us, was Jeff?
My shock quickly turned into anger. I grabbed my phone and called my mom. She answered on the second ring.
“Ellie?” she said, her voice bright.
An elderly woman on her phone | Source: Pexels
“How could you?” I snapped.
She paused. “What are you talking about?”
“Jeff. I know everything. I know who he is. Why didn’t you tell me?”
There was silence on the other end of the line, then a shaky breath. “Ellie… it’s complicated.”
An angry woman on her phone | Source: Freepik
“Complicated?” I shot back. “You told me he left us. You said he didn’t want to be part of our lives. But that’s not true, is it?”
Through tears, she admitted the truth. She’d been hurt, angry, and unwilling to forgive him. She thought it would be easier to raise me without him, so she cut him out completely.
“I thought I was protecting you,” she said. “I never thought you’d find him. I’m so sorry.”
A sad elderly woman on her phone | Source: Freepik
I hung up, overwhelmed. Everything I thought I knew about my life had been a lie.
For weeks, I searched for Jeff. I went to the spots I’d seen him before, hoping to catch even a glimpse of him. Each day I came home disappointed.
Then, one afternoon, I saw him. He was sitting on a bench near my workplace, staring into the distance. He looked smaller, sadder.
A sad homeless man | Source: Freepik
“Jeff,” I called softly.
He looked up, and his eyes filled with recognition and something else—regret. “Ellie,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper. “I’m sorry for leaving. I couldn’t… I didn’t know how to face you after you found out.”
I walked closer, my chest tight with emotion. “You should’ve stayed,” I said. “You’re my father. I needed to talk to you, to understand everything.”
A young woman talking to an elderly man | Source: Midjourney
His shoulders slumped. “I didn’t think I deserved that.”
I sat down beside him. “Maybe not. But you’re here now. And that’s all that matters.”
He looked at me, his eyes glistening with tears. “Do you think… you can forgive me?”
I leaned in and hugged him tightly, the tears finally spilling over. “I already have, Dad.”
A crying elderly man | Source: Pexels
From that moment on, everything changed. Jeff came back into my life, not just as a father but as part of the family. My kids adored him—they called him Grandpa Jeff, and he loved every second of it.
He wasn’t perfect. We had years of pain and misunderstanding to work through, but he tried every day to make up for the time we’d lost. His kindness, his humor, and his quiet strength became a foundation for our family.
Grandfather and his grandson | Source: Pexels
Looking back, I realized how much I almost lost by holding on to anger and pain. Forgiving Jeff didn’t just heal him, it healed me, too.
Sometimes, second chances aren’t about what we deserve. They’re about what we’re willing to fight for.
And we fought for each other. Every day, we fought to rebuild what we’d lost.
A hopeful woman | Source: Freepik
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