Sharon Stone Proves That We Can Still Rock a Bikini at 65, and Some People Spot a Curious Detail

At 65, Sharon Stone reminds us that we can gracefully embrace our age and still be at the peak of our appeal. The star’s latest post has set pulses racing, and some brought up an interesting detail in the photo that only eagle-eyed fans could notice.

She’s effortlessly cool.

The Basic Instinct star shared with her 3.7 million Instagram followers a selfie showcasing her toned figure in green with a black leopard print bikini.

Sharon looked cool and casual, with her signature short blond hair and black sunglasses, while she stared at her reflection in the mirror.
In the photo, which was casually taken in the living room of the actress’s Beverly Hills mansion, we could see exciting background decor and furniture, such as a leaf print sofa, a modern statue, and a framed picture of one of her all-time favorite actresses, Marilyn Monroe.

A tiny surprise in the photo.

Fans spotted one adorable detail in the photo which truly stole the show: Stone’s dog, Bandit.

The star adopted the French Bulldog back in 2018. And in the photo, he was almost invisible as he totally blended with the neutral colors of the sofa. But eagle-eyed fans were quick to pinpoint his head popping in the photo.

Her lifestyle is admirable.

A couple of years ago, the mother of three boys opened up about the tricks she swears by in order to keep her svelte figure.
Some of these include having an 8-hour-a-night sleeping routine, keeping her body active by doing lunges and swimming and taking baths filled with arnica and Dead Sea salts.

She keeps her eating habits simple and healthy. Stone noted ’’My favorite breakfast is watermelon with feta cheese and mint, with olive oil and salt and pepper,’’
She added, ’’And then I usually have a piece of gluten-free sourdough toast with that and an herbal tea.’’

Sharon also revealed that whenever her stomach is upset, she drinks ’’lemon and ginger teas and peppermint teas and these kinds of gentle herb things.’’ The actress added, ’’I’m very gentle with myself and the things that I use,’’

And Stone’s precious words remind us that self-love is the biggest secret to looking fabulous because it is only when we truly feel comfortable in our body that our inner light shines on the outside.

Although Stone keeps smiling and loving life, she has had to face many challenges and tragic events lately. And recently, she opened up about losing half of her money, and her words made us admire this strong woman even more.

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I Was the Only One from My Family Who Wasn’t Invited to My Cousin’s Wedding—When I Learned Why, I Lost It

Everyone in my family was invited to my cousin’s wedding — except me. I showed up anyway, thinking it was a mistake. But when my cousin pulled me aside and told me the real reason she didn’t want me there… I swear, I’ve never felt anything hit me like that.

I stared at my reflection in the full-length mirror, smoothing down the lilac fabric of my new dress. The subtle sparkles caught the light as I turned, a small smile playing on my lips. For once, I felt pretty and wanted.

Portrait of a gorgeous woman in a lilac dress | Source: Midjourney

Portrait of a gorgeous woman in a lilac dress | Source: Midjourney

“Kylie, are you ready?” Mom called from downstairs. “We need to leave in 10 minutes!”

“Almost!” I shouted back, giving my curled hair one final spritz of hairspray.

This was Debra’s big day. She was my cousin, my childhood best friend, and practically my sister growing up. I couldn’t wait to see her walk down the aisle.

My phone buzzed with a text from my sister, Emma.

“Already at the venue. Where are you guys?”

I typed back quickly: “On our way. Save me a seat!”

Little did I know, there wouldn’t be a seat for me at all.

A delighted woman looking at her phone | Source: Midjourney

A delighted woman looking at her phone | Source: Midjourney

“You look beautiful, sweetie,” Dad said as I descended the stairs. “That dress is worth every penny of your babysitting money.”

I twirled, feeling the fabric swish around my knees. “Thanks, Dad. I wanted to look nice for Debra’s photos.”

Mom smiled, ushering us toward the door. “Let’s go celebrate her wedding!”

“I can’t believe Debra is actually getting married,” I said, sliding into the backseat of our sedan. “Seems like just yesterday we were playing dress-up with her mom’s clothes.”

“You girls grew up too fast,” Mom sighed, adjusting her necklace in the rearview mirror. “Time flies.”

Dad turned the key in the ignition. “Let’s make some new memories today.”

If only he knew what kind of memories we’d be making.

A man driving a car | Source: Pexels

A man driving a car | Source: Pexels

The venue was stunning. A renovated barn with fairy lights strung across wooden beams, and white roses and baby’s breath adorned every surface. Guests in formal wear milled about, champagne flutes in hand.

I spotted my brother, Ryan, near the entrance and waved.

“Hey, sis,” he said, ruffling my hair. “You look nice.”

I swatted his hand away. “Don’t mess up my curls! I spent forever on them.”

“Have you seen Debra yet?” Mom asked.

Ryan shook his head. “Emma’s with the bridal party. I think they’re in some room in the back.”

I fidgeted with excitement. “I’m going to say hi before the ceremony.”

An excited woman in a wedding venue | Source: Midjourney

An excited woman in a wedding venue | Source: Midjourney

I weaved through clusters of guests, smiling politely at distant relatives and strangers alike. The hallway to the bridal suite was quiet, away from the growing crowd. I smoothed my dress one more time before knocking.

A bridesmaid I didn’t recognize opened the door, her perfectly contoured face registering confusion. “Yes?”

“I’m Kylie, Debra’s cousin. Is she in there?”

The girl turned. “Deb, your cousin is here.”

There was a pause, then Debra appeared in the doorway. She looked breathtaking in her white gown, her hair swept up elegantly. But when her eyes met mine, her smile faded.

“Kylie? What are you doing here?”

The question hit me like a slap. “What do you mean? I came for your wedding.”

A shocked bride | Source: Midjourney

A shocked bride | Source: Midjourney

Her eyes darted past me, then she stepped into the hallway, pulling the door closed behind her.

“Why did you come?” she asked in a low voice.

I blinked, confused. “What do you mean? The invitation was for the family. I thought I was —”

“I didn’t invite you.”

The words hung between us, sharp and cold.

“What… why?”

Before she could answer, footsteps approached, and a handsome man in a tuxedo appeared. It was Brian, the groom. His face lit up when he saw me.

“Hey! So glad you came! Debra told me you couldn’t make it. Nice surprise!”

I looked at him, then at Debra, whose face had gone pale.

A man smiling | Source: Midjourney

A man smiling | Source: Midjourney

“Brian, can you give us a second?” she asked nervously.

He shrugged, leaned in to kiss her cheek, and walked away whistling.

Debra turned back to me, her arms crossed. “Like you don’t know?”

“Know what? Debra, what are you talking about?”

She sighed heavily, glancing around to make sure no one was listening.

“When Brian’s family first saw pictures of you… the Christmas party ones? They kept asking who you were. Said you were so young and beautiful, asked if you were a model. When I said you were also studying engineering and acing it, they were even more impressed.”

I stared at her, uncomprehending. This couldn’t be happening.

A stunned woman | Source: Midjourney

A stunned woman | Source: Midjourney

“And then his mother said, ‘Are you sure she’s the cousin and not the bride? I smiled through it, but I was dying inside. I wanted them to focus on ME. On MY engagement. Not YOU.”

“You didn’t invite me because… because you thought I’d look better than you?”

“You wouldn’t understand. You’ve always been the pretty and smart one. Everything comes easy to you.”

“Easy? You think my life is easy? I work my butt off for my grades. And pretty? I’ve spent most of high school feeling invisible!”

A distressed woman looking at someone with disbelief | Source: Midjourney

A distressed woman looking at someone with disbelief | Source: Midjourney

“Well, you’re not invisible to Brian’s family,” she snapped. “I didn’t want you to come and… steal the spotlight, okay? I didn’t want you to outshine me on my own wedding day.”

The unfairness of it all crashed over me. All this time I thought we were growing apart because she was busy with college, Brian, and her adult life. But it was jealousy… over things I couldn’t even control.

“So that’s why you’ve been so distant? Because you’re jealous? I thought we were family.”

“We are. But you wouldn’t understand.”

“No, I don’t. I don’t understand how you could exclude only me from your wedding. How you could let me get dressed up, excited to celebrate you, only to tell me I’m not wanted because I might what? Be too pretty? Too smart? What did you tell everyone else about why I wasn’t invited?”

An emotionally overwhelmed woman | Source: Midjourney

An emotionally overwhelmed woman | Source: Midjourney

“I said you had a conflict,” she mumbled. “A school thing.”

I shook my head in disbelief. “That’s messed up, Debra.”

A tear slipped down my cheek. I wiped it away, careful not to smudge my mascara. “If you feel better without me here, I’ll leave. I didn’t mean to make your day harder. But I never thought being me would make you feel so small. That breaks my heart more than anything.”

Debra’s eyes welled up, and before I could step back, she pulled me into a hug.

“I’m sorry. I just… I let my insecurity get the best of me. I’ve been so stressed about this wedding and fitting in with Brian’s family. They’re all so perfect and polished… and I feel like I’m not good enough.”

A guilty bride | Source: Midjourney

A guilty bride | Source: Midjourney

I stood stiffly in her embrace, unsure how to respond. Part of me wanted to forgive her immediately because this was Debra, who had braided my hair and taught me how to dance. But another part felt deeply wounded.

“You hurt me. I thought I did something wrong. I’ve been wracking my brain trying to figure out why you’ve been avoiding me all these years. You were still chatty with my siblings like always… but with me, it was like you flipped a switch.”

“I know. I’m sorry. Please stay. Please.”

“Are you sure? What about Brian’s family?”

A sad woman | Source: Midjourney

A sad woman | Source: Midjourney

“Screw what they think,” she said, a flash of the old Debra returning. “You’re my family. I want you here. I’ve been so stupid. Please forgive me… please.”

A bridesmaid poked her head out. “Deb, it’s almost time.”

Debra nodded, then turned back to me. “Will you stay?”

I looked at her, surrounded by luxury, about to marry the man she loved, and still somehow insecure.

“I’ll stay. Not because you asked me to, but because I choose to. For us.”

“Thank you. I need to finish getting ready, but… we’ll talk more later?”

“Go. Be a bride. I’ll be cheering for you.”

She smiled, a real smile this time, before disappearing back into the bridal suite.

A relieved and emotional bride | Source: Midjourney

A relieved and emotional bride | Source: Midjourney

I leaned against the wall, taking deep breaths. What a mess. But at least now I knew the truth.

***

The ceremony was beautiful. I sat with my parents, watching as Debra and Brian exchanged vows beneath an arch of white roses. When they were pronounced husband and wife, I cheered as loudly as anyone.

At the reception, I kept to myself, nursing a glass of sparkling cider near the edge of the dance floor. My brother found me there.

“Why the long face?” Ryan asked, bumping my shoulder with his. “Wedding food not up to your standards?”

I forced a smile. “Just tired.”

“Liar. What’s going on?”

A suspicious man | Source: Midjourney

A suspicious man | Source: Midjourney

I sighed, knowing he wouldn’t let it go. “Did you know Debra didn’t actually invite me?”

Ryan’s eyebrows shot up. “What? Of course she did.”

“No, she didn’t. She only invited you guys. I was supposed to be excluded.”

“But why would she —”

“Because I’m too pretty, apparently,” I said sarcastically. “Brian’s family saw pictures of me and made some comments, and Debra got jealous.”

“That’s ridiculous.”

A shattered woman running her hand through her hair | Source: Midjourney

A shattered woman running her hand through her hair | Source: Midjourney

“Yeah, well.” I shrugged, trying to seem unbothered. “We talked it out. Sort of.”

“Are you okay?”

I looked across the room to where Debra was laughing with her husband. “I will be. It just… hurts.”

“Want me to go spill some wine on her dress?” Ryan offered, only half-joking.

That made me laugh genuinely. “No. But thanks for the offer.”

“That’s what big brothers are for.” He squeezed my shoulder. “Want to dance? I promise to step on your toes only minimally.”

“Maybe later,” I said. “I think I need some air.”

An anxious woman lost in deep thought | Source: Midjourney

An anxious woman lost in deep thought | Source: Midjourney

I slipped outside, the cool evening air a relief after the crowded reception hall. I was about to find a quiet spot to sit when a voice stopped me.

“You must be Kylie.”

I turned to see an elegant older woman in a designer dress, her silver hair styled impeccably.

“Yes, I am,” I replied cautiously.

She smiled. “I’m Eleanor, Brian’s mother. I’ve heard so much about you.”

I bet you have, I thought.

A smiling older woman | Source: Midjourney

A smiling older woman | Source: Midjourney

“Your cousin is lovely,” she continued. “Brian adores her. We’re so pleased to welcome her to our family.”

“Debra’s amazing,” I agreed, meaning it despite everything. “She and Brian seem very happy together.”

Eleanor nodded, studying me with interest. “You know, when I first saw your picture, I told Debra you could be a model.”

And there it was. I swallowed hard. “That’s very kind, but I’m focusing on software engineering. I’m starting college in the fall.”

“Engineering! How impressive. Beauty and brains. Your parents must be very proud.”

“I hope so,” I said, uncomfortable with the direction of the conversation.

A software engineer at work | Source: Unsplash

A software engineer at work | Source: Unsplash

“I must say,” Eleanor continued, “you’ve handled yourself with such grace today. Not many young women would be so mature.”

I stared at her, confused. “What do you mean?”

She lowered her voice. “I know my son’s wife didn’t originally include you in the festivities. I overheard them arguing about it weeks ago.” She touched my arm. “You have such grace, dear. I admire that.”

So she knew. They all knew. Somehow, that made it both better and worse.

“Thank you,” I managed. “Debra and I… we’ve been close our whole lives. I want her to be happy.”

“Well, I’m glad you’re here, dear. It wouldn’t be a proper family celebration without you.”

A delighted older lady | Source: Midjourney

A delighted older lady | Source: Midjourney

I stood frozen as she walked away, processing her words. This woman, who had unintentionally caused the rift between Debra and me, had just given me more validation than my own cousin.

As I moved to the dance floor and joined by my siblings and parents, I realized something important: we all have our insecurities and moments of weakness. Even people who seem to have it all together. The real test isn’t whether we mess up… it’s what we do afterward.

It wasn’t about outshining anyone or being outshone. It was about standing tall without stepping on anyone else. About being secure enough in your own light that you don’t fear someone else’s brightness.

And Debra? She learned that the people who love you the most will only ever want to see you shine… even if it’s not their turn in the spotlight.

An emotional woman smiling | Source: Midjourney

An emotional woman smiling | Source: Midjourney

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