Susan Lucci is usually seen at fancy events in stunning dresses, so fans are used to her dressed up.
But this week, the “All My Children” star shared a photo in a casual outfit, which got a lot of attention from her followers! Susan posted a picture from the Lindt Chocolate Factory in Zurich, Switzerland, wearing skinny jeans, a fitted jacket, and white sneakers.
She ended the runway show in style, walking to the song “I’m Every Woman” by Whitney Houston while wearing a stunning green off-the-shoulder gown.
Afterwards, she shared her excitement on social media, saying: “Good morning! I’m at Good Day NY wearing a fabulous Dennis Basso polka dot outfit! I love him and feel so honored to be the finale of his beautiful Spring/Summer 2025 Fashion Week show in New York yesterday!”
Susan was the perfect fit for the show, which celebrated beauty at every age. At 77, she looks amazing as always and recently shared her beauty secret with HELLO! magazine while attending the City of Hope Awards in New York, where she was honored for her charity work.
She revealed that her beauty routine is actually very simple—and the best part? It’s almost free!
Susan shared her routine: “I start my day with coffee and then drink hot water with lemon throughout the day! I mostly follow a Mediterranean diet—lots of fresh fruits, vegetables, and fish! I also do Pilates almost every morning.”
She’s feeling better than ever now, after going through a tough time in recent years. In 2022, she began having shortness of breath and chest and jaw pain, but even with her health history, she hesitated to see a doctor at first.
In an interview with People, Susan said, “I couldn’t believe it. After telling women for years to not be afraid to call the doctor and take care of themselves, I ended up not following my own advice.”
Doctors found that she had an 80% blockage in one of her arteries due to cholesterol and had to put another stent in her heart to clear the blockage after she was rushed to the hospital.
In early March, she told People, “I’m doing really well. I always keep track of how I’m feeling,” and added that her recovery is “so far, so good.”
My Husband Gifted Me Money for Breast Implants and a Nasty Note for My Birthday—I Taught Him a Harsh Lesson
Nikkie thought she had the perfect marriage until her husband, Jack, gave her a cruel birthday gift that shattered her self-esteem. Jack’s obsession with perfection pushed Nikkie to devise a clever plan to reclaim her worth and teach him an unforgettable lesson.
I’ve been married to Jack for over a year, but we’ve been together for six. Initially, it felt like a fairy tale. Jack was my best friend, my confidant, and the love of my life. Our relationship was filled with laughter, late-night talks, and a bond that felt unbreakable.
If someone had told me a year ago that my prince charming would turn into a superficial stranger, I would have laughed it off. But here I am, on the brink of unraveling a story that broke me to pieces.
It began six months ago when Jack’s innocent trip to the gym spiraled into an obsession that shattered my self-esteem and brought our once-perfect world crashing down.
It started subtly. Jack would scroll through Instagram, showing me pictures of fitness models with the “perfect” 90-60-90 figures. “Look at her, Nikkie,” he’d say. “Isn’t she stunning? Imagine if you had a body like that.”
I laughed it off at first, thinking it was just harmless admiration. But the comments kept coming. “You’d look amazing with a little more up top,” Jack said one evening. “Have you ever thought about getting breast implants?”
Each remark felt like a tiny dagger. I started to see myself through Jack’s eyes, and it wasn’t pretty. My confidence dwindled to nothing.
But the last straw came on my birthday a month ago. The day started with excitement. Jack woke me up with a bouquet of flowers and handed me an envelope. Expecting a heartfelt letter or a romantic gesture, I tore it open, only to find a stack of cash and a note: “Time to upgrade those mosquito bites.”
My jaw dropped. I could feel the heat rising to my cheeks, my stomach churning with disbelief and fury. Jack was beaming, expecting gratitude.
“Do you like it?” he asked, eager and oblivious.
“You want me to get… breast implants?” I managed to ask.
He nodded, missing the storm brewing inside me. “I’ve been thinking about it for a while. You’d look amazing with a little enhancement.”
I swallowed hard, forcing down the bile. “Thank you, Jack,” I said, my voice steady. “This is… unexpected.”
Over the next few days, I played the part of the grateful wife perfectly. “I called the clinic today,” I’d tell him casually over dinner. Jack’s eyes would light up every time, not noticing the underlying steel in my voice.
Meanwhile, I was formulating my plan. Instead of booking a plastic surgeon, I used the money for a complete medical check-up. I deserved to know I was healthy, inside and out, regardless of Jack’s superficial standards.
With the rest of the money, I invested in myself. I joined a gym to feel strong and confident again. I didn’t tell Jack about my newfound routine. I woke up early, hit the gym, and returned home before he noticed.
One evening, as I was getting ready for bed, Jack caught me off guard. “You seem different lately,” he remarked. “I can’t wait to see the final result.”
“You’ll see soon enough,” I replied, smiling to myself.
On the morning of my supposed surgery, I left the house with a bright smile. “Wish me luck,” I said, giving Jack a kiss. He hugged me tightly, whispering, “You’re going to look incredible. This is going to change everything.”
“You’re right,” I said, a steely edge to my voice.
Instead of heading to a clinic, I pampered myself at a luxurious spa. Meanwhile, I had arranged for a locksmith to change the locks on our house.
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