Demi Moore continues to prove that there’s no age limit to looking absolutely stunning in a bikini.
The 61-year-old actress shared a video of herself and her three daughters in bikinis, causing a stir on the internet. While many fans showered her with compliments, others were quick to voice their disapproval.
Moore appeared remarkably youthful at 61 as she accompanied her daughters Rumer, aged 35, Scout, 32, and Tallulah, 30, along with Rumer’s 1-year-old daughter, Louetta, in a charming vacation video. This delightful footage was complemented by the iconic tune “Burning Love” by Elvis Presley.
Upon sharing the video on her Instagram account, she received an outpouring of praise from fans, garnering over 240k likes to date.
People gushed over her fresh and glowing appearance. One fan wrote, “I wanna look like Demi when I get older, wow.” While another remarked, “She looks fantastic for 61. If I didn’t know, I’d have guessed her age to be half that.”
Despite Demi looking stunning, the internet was divided, and some online critics voiced disapproval of her choice of attire, suggesting she was too old to wear a bikini. A person remarked, “Older women shouldn’t wear bikinis […],” while another expressed their opinion, saying, “She smells of desperation, no need to show your need for validation.”
The debate surrounding older women wearing bikinis is nothing new. And several months back, a stunning woman faced criticism for donning a G-string at her age, but her response was absolutely fabulous. Take a look at it here.
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My Daughter and the Neighbors Daughter Look like Sisters, I Thought My Husband Was Cheating, but the Truth Was Much Worse
When the new neighbors moved in, I couldn’t shake the eerie similarity between their daughter and my own. Could my husband have a secret past? I had to confront him, but I soon discovered a truth far darker and more complex than I’d imagined.
There in the backyard, Emma and Lily played, spinning around like two golden sunflowers seeking sunlight. Their laughter echoed in perfect harmony, a sound that should have brought me joy, but instead sent a chill through me.
I squinted, searching for any difference in their appearances, yet they looked almost like duplicates. The same golden curls, button noses, and playful spark in their eyes. Only Emma’s slight height advantage set them apart.
“Heather?” Jack’s voice jolted me out of my thoughts. “Are you okay? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”
I forced a smile, pushing down my racing thoughts. “Just… thinking.”
As weeks went by, my suspicions grew, tangled in Jack’s uneasy glances and the secretive way he avoided our neighbors in conversation. I felt like I was suffocating in my own home, my perfect world now as shaky as a house of cards.
One night, after hours of restless turning, I blurted out, “Is Lily your daughter?”
The silence that followed felt dense and suffocating. Jack, caught off guard, looked at me, his face a mixture of shock and hurt. “Heather, what are you talking about?”
“Don’t pretend, Jack. The girls look identical, and you’ve been avoiding the neighbors. Just tell me the truth.”
Jack finally sighed, shoulders heavy with a burden I hadn’t understood. “Heather, this is insane. I’d never betray you. But it’s not that simple. I… I can’t talk about this now.”
He left the room, leaving me reeling with unanswered questions.
The following day, desperate for clarity, I sent Emma off to play with Lily and then went to their house. I asked Lily’s father, Ryan, about his wife, and he invited me in. In the living room, there were only photos of Ryan, Lily, and family members who looked nothing like the girls. My eyes caught a large photograph of a blonde woman up the stairs.
“Is that Lily’s mom?” I asked, heart pounding.
Ryan’s face fell. “Yes, that’s Mary. She’s no longer with us.”
“Because of Jack? They had an affair, didn’t they?”
Ryan shook his head, horrified. “No. Jack and Mary were family. She was his sister.”
The room blurred around me as the truth sank in. Jack’s sister, Mary, was Lily’s mother. He had been carrying the weight of a fractured family and the regret of not being there for her.
When I returned home, Jack was waiting in the kitchen, his face ashen and vulnerable. “Heather,” he began, voice thick with emotion, “I wanted to protect you from the broken pieces of my past. I failed my sister, and I’ve been carrying that guilt.”
As he opened up, I saw years of pain and regret unravel before me, the distance between us shrinking with each word. By the time we finished talking, I felt closer to Jack than ever.
Outside, Emma and Lily’s laughter drifted through the open window. Watching them play side by side, they still looked like twins, but now, their resemblance didn’t feel haunting. Instead, it felt healing—a testament to a family reuniting, finding new strength in second chances. Their laughter echoed in the golden light, a promise of new beginnings that filled me with warmth instead of fear.
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