At 77, Goldie Hawn looks amazing – and after the ever-youthful Hollywood icon shared a new video on Instagram, fans were all focused on just one thing.
Wearing her famous blonde hair down to her shoulders, and rocking her signature smoky eye makeup, the First Wives Club star sported a “Be Kind to Your Mind” t-shirt – sales of which benefit the MindUp charity, part of the Goldie Hawn Foundation – for the video.
Ageless Goldie Hawn shares her four secrets to wellbeing
“Ok, this is my new t-shirt: ‘Be kind to your mind’,” the proud grandmother, who has previously shared her own battle with depression, begins. “And it’s really important because our mindset is everything. It’s how we go through the day, it’s how we watch our mind, and how we care for it.”
In the clip, mental health advocate Goldie goes on to share her four steps to “a happier brain” – and among them is to smile.
“Remember that even if you don’t feel like it, smile,” says the Oscar winner in the clip. “Right? Because when you smile your brain smiles, too… What’s going on in your brain when you smile even though you don’t feel like it? It thinks it’s really a happier brain and we wanna get a happy brain.”
Comments on the advice immediately flooded in, with scores of fans telling Goldie how much she makes them smile.
“Goldie, your smile always makes my mind feel happy and makes me smile!! Thanks for this morning’s message, blessings and health and happiness to you and everyone!” said one fan.
“I needed this message more than anything today! I’m smiling right now and it feels so good!” wrote one, while another said, “Thank you for this wonderful advice. You make people smile.”
Even Goldie’s famous friends chimed in, like Ali Wentworth who revealed: “Well, when I see your face – I smile! And that smile makes me feel better!”
Oliver and Kate Hudson’s famous mom certainly knows a thing about smiling! Her smile became positively iconic when she first got her start on 1960s TV comedy show Laugh-In, and she has been keeping us all in stitches with her movies and bubbly persona ever since.
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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