At 66, Sharon Stone continues to captivate audiences with her timeless beauty and confidence. In a recent selfie, the Hollywood icon showed off her stunning figure, and fans couldn’t stop gushing over her natural allure. But beyond her radiant appearance, eagle-eyed followers noticed a charming detail in the background that had everyone talking.
A Star Who Only Gets Better with Time
Born in Pennsylvania, Stone has long been celebrated as one of Hollywood’s most daring and dynamic actresses. Known for unforgettable roles in classics like Basic Instinct (1992) and Casino (1995), the award-winning actress has never shied away from taking risks—on-screen or in life.
Reflecting on her Basic Instinct role in Vanity Fair, she once said, “It’s about more than just a peek up my skirt, people. Wake up. Women championed that movie; men were obsessed.” She added, “I wasn’t the chosen one or the golden gal, just the sex symbol who could sometimes land the key part if she also happened to be sexy.”
But Stone’s career spans far beyond her femme fatale image. From comedies like The Muse to action-packed roles in The Quick and the Dead and Total Recall, she’s proven herself as a versatile actress. Even after nearly five decades in the spotlight, the mother of three adopted sons continues to inspire fans with her talent and tenacity.
Staying Bold and Beautiful
Stone has never been afraid to flaunt her fit physique. In June 2022, she posted a daring poolside photo to Instagram, where she posed topless, draped in a Turkish towel, and wearing a green leopard-print bikini bottom. Her caption, “Gratefully Imperfect on a Perfect Day,” resonated with fans, earning over 295,000 likes and countless compliments.
“Beautiful lady and a great example for all women,” one admirer wrote. Another chimed in, “Imperfect? No way! You’re a total goddess!”
The Secret to Her Glow
When asked about her health and fitness routine, Stone shared with Vogue that she prioritizes mindful living. Her regimen includes eating nutritious meals, getting eight hours of sleep, and staying active. “I just keep moving,” she said. “I do leg lifts and back kicks on set, and sometimes I drop down to do jackknives.”
Stone also incorporates weighted bracelets and still uses the iconic ThighMaster, made famous in the 1990s. “It’s amazing! I can use it while watching TV, and it’s super easy to pack.”
Beyond physical health, the Diabolique star credits mindfulness and meditation for her emotional well-being. A practicing Tibetan Buddhist, she emphasizes balance and self-awareness. “Pleasure is fleeting, but happiness can last much longer,” she shared, adding, “If you find yourself too wrapped up in indulgences, it might be time to take a step back.”
A Sweet Surprise
In mid-2023, Stone shared another striking photo wearing the same green bikini, this time paired with a matching top.
Fans admired her confident look and caught a glimpse of her stylish Beverly Hills home, complete with a leaf-patterned couch, a coffee table stacked with books, and a framed portrait of Marilyn Monroe.
But what truly stole the show was her French Bulldog, Bandit, peeking out from behind a pillow. The pup, adopted in 2018, blended so perfectly with the decor that some followers almost missed him.
“Your dog!” one fan exclaimed. Another joked, “Haha, did you see his expression? It’s like he’s thinking, ‘Another picture?’”
Timeless Inspiration
Whether sharing bold selfies or tender moments with her furry companion, Sharon Stone continues to be a source of inspiration at 66. Her fearless approach to life and self-love resonates with fans of all ages.
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My Wedding Planner Said I Canceled My Own Wedding but I Didn’t – The Truth Left Me Speechless
Chelsea is all set to marry Rasmus, the man of her dreams. But when the wedding day arrives and no guests show up, Chelsea has to figure out who canceled her wedding and whether her groom is right for her or not.
I’ve always wanted that ‘Happily Ever After’ kind of romantic life. So, when I met Rasmus, I thought I had finally gotten it. But as my wedding day began to unravel, it seemed I had gotten the nightmare version instead.
Rasmus and I met at a bakery. It was a sweet little meet-cute situation — where I was convinced he was the perfect person for me. We exchanged numbers over rye bread.
“I’ll be seeing you around, Chelsea,” he said, holding onto a loaf of artisanal bread.
He called me just as he left the bakery, wanting us to have dinner that night.
Two short years later, we were waking up to our wedding day.
That morning, I showered early, eagerly awaiting my hair and makeup appointments. I remember sitting at the edge of the hotel bed, looking at my dress and holding my breath.
I couldn’t wait to marry Rasmus. I couldn’t wait to begin our lives together.
So, the day went on — my maid of honor, my sister Jess, was with me, and we continued to get ready.
“Where’s Mom?” Jess asked. “Shouldn’t she be getting dressed with us?”
“No, we decided it would be best for her and Dad to meet us at the venue. You know she doesn’t get along with Rasmus.”
Jess shook her head.
“You’d think that Mom would have sorted out her feelings by now.”
It was true, my parents loved me — but they just couldn’t see Rasmus and me together.
“There’s just something off about him,” my father would say. “But we respect your wishes to marry him.”
Closer to the time, Jess called for the hotel car, and we made our way to the wedding venue.
“Where is everyone?” Jess asked, echoing my thoughts.
It was an entire wedding venue with literally not a soul in sight. There was no welcome sign for the guests, no welcome drinks, no décor, no staff, and absolutely no guests.
Not even Rasmus.
“Get Brenda on the phone,” I said, talking about my wedding planner.
I was beginning to panic. I was all dressed and ready to go. It was supposed to be my special day.
“Brenda, where is everyone?” I asked when Jess handed me the phone.
“What do you mean?” Brenda’s calm voice came through the speaker.
“I’m at my wedding venue, and there’s nobody here!” I exclaimed, the panic evident in my voice.
“Chelsea, honey,” Brenda said. “The wedding was canceled. The directive came through your email address just three days ago.”
My heart almost stopped beating.
How could I have canceled my own wedding? I went through my emails, and sure enough, there it was.
Dear Brenda,
Due to unforeseen circumstances, the wedding is off. Please notify all the guests and the vendors.
But it made no sense. It was from my corporate account — an account that my family had access to because we all worked at the family business together.
My mind raced — did Mom and Dad? Could they really…? No, they couldn’t have.
They always said that it was my life and my choices. Even if they didn’t approve of Rasmus, they wouldn’t hurt me like this.
I needed to hear it from them.
But my parents were just as shocked as I was.
“We were on a flight, honey,” my father said. “I had a business meeting, and your mother tagged along with me. We had nothing to do with it. We did get the cancellation from Brenda and just wanted to give you your space.”
“I didn’t see any email,” Jess said. “But you know how bad I am at checking my mail.”
That’s when it hit me — the only other person who would have access to my email accounts, work and personal, was Rasmus.
The same man who was supposed to be waiting for me at the other end of the aisle.
I asked Jess to take me home, ready for answers. I needed to know what was happening and how it all unfolded without my knowledge.
I walked into our little apartment, and there he was. Rasmus, sitting on the couch eating a bowl of cereal. He had no intention of leaving the house because he was in his sweatpants, wearing glasses, and his hair was wavy.
His usual armor of being well-dressed, contacts in, and hair swept into his signature hairstyle was all missing.
“You canceled our wedding?” I asked before he could say anything.
Rasmus didn’t even try to hide it. He had canceled the wedding because, three days ago, he realized that as much as he loved me, he wasn’t ready for marriage.
So, he panicked.
“I didn’t have the courage to tell you,” he said. “I figured that you’d think the wedding was on, and then when the slip-up happened, you would want to investigate it. I thought it would take the heat off me.”
As I stood there, my wedding day in ruins around me, I realized that my parents were right. Rasmus wasn’t the person for me. And as much as it hurt, a part of me was relieved he did it.
So, here I am, looking at my wedding dress and wondering what to do with it.
What would you have done?
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