We often believe all babies are adorable, and naturally, many parents see their children as the cutest of all. But when Jaqi Clements welcomed her twin daughters 13 years ago, it was immediately clear to everyone that these girls were something truly special.
From the moment Ava Marie and Leah Rose were born in June 2010, their unique beauty captivated everyone who met them. Even as infants, they earned the nickname “the world’s most beautiful twins,” a title that quickly gained traction thanks to their striking features: sparkling blue eyes, delicate eyebrows, and golden-blonde hair that gives them a storybook-like charm.
Their undeniable allure propelled them into the spotlight early on. By the time they were toddlers, Ava and Leah were recognized as “the most beautiful girls in the world” and began an extraordinary modeling career.
Social Media Stars with a Purpose
Now 13 years old, Ava and Leah have grown into accomplished young women with over 1.8 million Instagram followers. Their social media presence goes far beyond sharing stunning photos; they use their platform to advocate for meaningful causes, including raising awareness about organ donation.
Since their Instagram debut in 2017, managed by their mom, the twins have worked with some of the biggest brands in the world, including Nike, Disney, Mattel, and Target.
Their photos have graced the pages of Harper’s Bazaar Brazil, and they’ve even launched their own clothing and accessories line in partnership with Levi’s: the Levi’s xx Clements Twins Collection.
A Balanced Life
Despite their busy schedules, Jaqi Clements assures fans that Ava and Leah maintain a well-rounded and fulfilling life. In addition to modeling and acting, the twins are passionate about sports, particularly swimming and volleyball.
“They’ve always loved performing, whether it’s a dance routine or just being the center of attention,” Jaqi wrote in a blog post.
The twins’ journey is a testament to their resilience and passion. While their beauty and charm have undoubtedly opened doors, their grace, purpose, and dedication to their passions have kept them grounded.
As Ava and Leah continue to grow, they remain inspiring examples of how young stars can lead balanced lives while captivating the world with their unique story.
My neighbor pelted my car with eggs because he claimed it obstructed the view of his Halloween decorations
When sleep-deprived mom Genevieve discovers her car covered in eggs, she thinks it’s a prank — until her smug neighbor Brad admits he did it because her car was ruining the view of his elaborate Halloween display. Furious but too exhausted to argue, Genevieve vows to teach him a lesson.
I was bone-tired, the kind of tired where you can barely remember if you’ve brushed your teeth or fed the dog.
My days had become a blur since the twins were born.
Don’t get me wrong, Lily and Lucas were my adorable darlings, but wrangling two newborns mostly by myself was a Herculean task. I hadn’t slept a full night in months. Halloween was just around the corner and the neighborhood buzzed with excitement, but not me.
I could hardly muster the energy to decorate, let alone keep up with the suburban festivities.
Then there was Brad.
The man took Halloween so seriously that you’d think his life depended on it. Every year, he turned his house into a haunted carnival complete with gravestones, dioramas of skeletons, huge jack-o’-lanterns, the works.
And the smug look on his face every time someone complimented him? Please.
His spectacle enamored the entire block. But me? I was too busy trying to keep my eyes open to care about Brad’s ridiculous haunted house.
It was a typical October morning when everything started to unravel.
I shuffled outside with Lily on one hip and Lucas cradled in my arm. I blinked at the sight before me. Somebody had egged my car! Broken bits of shell were stuck in the semi-congealed goo, which was dripping down the windshield like some twisted breakfast special.
“Are you kidding me?” I muttered, staring at the mess.
I had parked in front of Brad’s house the night before. It’s not like I had much choice. The twins’ stroller was impossible to push all the way from down the street, so I’d parked close to our door.
At first, I thought it had to be a prank. But when I noticed the egg splatters reached all the way to Brad’s front porch, my suspicion turned into certainty.
This had Brad written all over it.
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