Jennifer Love Hewitt didn’t hold back when she responded to trolls who accused her of being “fake” in a recent selfie she shared on social media.
The *Ghost Whisperer* star appeared in an Instagram post uploaded by her hairstylist, Nikki Lee. Some people online quickly criticized the actress for looking different.
This came after Jennifer cut her hair into a bob and dyed it a rich, dark brown. Her stylist captioned the post: “Was time to spice things up.”
As often happens when celebrities change their look, fans had a lot to say. While many comments were positive, some tried to insult Love Hewitt, suggesting she had cosmetic work done.
The 44-year-old actress, known for her role in *I Know What You Did Last Summer* (1997), was even called “unrecognizable” by some people.
Usually, celebrities ignore their critics, but Jennifer Love Hewitt chose to respond to her haters by posting a series of photos that jokingly suggested she had changed her look through surgery.
“So many people said I look different,” the actress wrote.
“I look the same as always. I couldn’t look more natural. I woke up like this. Filters don’t change you that much.”
The playful pictures Jennifer posted used several filters on her face. While they were exaggerated, she also urged people to be kind when commenting on others’ photos.
She ended her post with: “Let people be filtered or unfiltered. Be good. Be kind. Spread love.”
Earlier this year, people also criticized her appearance when she shared a picture for her 44th birthday.
“Woke up at 4am and was 44! I am deeply grateful, blessed, happy, and sometimes insecure about aging. I’m a mom of three amazing kids, married to the most handsome and awesome man, and really excited to see what this year holds for us,” her post read.
“I feel magic in the air, and I love magic. Off to work… thank you, Mom, for giving me life. I miss you so much. I’ll get my job done and celebrate my birthday later. P.S. Atticus woke up way too early and sang me happy birthday! My heart melted. Now go have a great day, everyone. It’s my birthday, so you have to do it! ”Many fans commented, surprised by how different the former child star looked.
“I saw this picture in an article and thought they made a mistake because I didn’t believe it was JLH. I didn’t even see a resemblance. I came to Instagram to double-check and I’m shocked,” one person wrote.
“Why doesn’t she look like herself? I’m so confused,” another added.
“That’s not her,” a third claimed. “It can’t be.”
What do you think of Jennifer Love Hewitt’s recent post? Do you think she’s changed much? If you found this story interesting, check out the woman who hit back at trolls who said she was “too ugly” for selfies!
I Was Adopted 25 Years Ago – Last Month My Bio Father Knocked on My Door Demanding 50% of Everything I Own
The man at my door looked like trouble—a stranger with hard eyes and a crooked smile. But when he opened his mouth, he didn’t ask for directions or offer a sales pitch. His words made my blood run cold and the demand he made next changed everything.
I had just put our four-year-old down for his afternoon nap when the doorbell rang. Not a polite ding-dong—this was an aggressive, finger-jamming assault on the button. The kind of ring that made you think someone was delivering terrible news.
Senior man knocking on the front door of a house | Source: Pexels
I grabbed a dish towel from the counter, wiping my hands as I headed for the door. A thought crossed my mind: maybe it was the delivery guy, frantic over a missing package. But when I swung the door open, I was greeted by someone far more unsettling.
The man standing there looked rough like he’d spent decades punching through life with bare fists and losing more often than not. Late 50s, maybe, with a slumped posture and a face that hadn’t seen sunscreen in decades.
Closeup of a senior man | Source: Midjourney
His eyes flitted around the hallway, lingering on the marble floors, the chandelier, the subtle touches of a comfortable life. Then his gaze snapped back to me, a crooked smile spreading across his weathered face.
“Emily,” he said, his voice a strange mix of gravel and nerve. “It’s me. Your father.”
I blinked. For a second, I thought I’d misheard him. “I’m sorry, what?”
He shifted his weight, clearly enjoying my confusion. “Your father,” he repeated, louder this time, as though that would make it sink in. “You don’t recognize me?”
“No,” I said flatly, gripping the edge of the door. “I don’t.”
Senior woman standing in a room with crossed arms | Source: Midjourney
And I didn’t. I had no memories of this man, and yet his presence felt like a hand yanking open a closet I’d sealed shut years ago. My biological father was a shadow, a piece of my past I’d worked hard to forget. And now, here he was, standing on my porch, smug and uninvited.
“That’s fine,” he said, shrugging. “I’m not here for pleasantries. I’m here to claim what’s mine.”
My stomach dropped. “What are you talking about?”
“Half,” he said. “Of everything. Half of your life.“
Senior man talking to his estranged daughter | Source: Midjourney
His smirk widened.”I heard you’re doing well for yourself. Very well. Nice house, nice car. Married with a kid.” His eyes darted to the sparkling wedding band on my finger. “I figured it’s time you shared the wealth—with the man who made it all possible.”
I blinked, stunned. “Excuse me?”
“Oh, don’t play dumb,” he said, leaning against the doorframe like he had every right to be there. “Without me, you wouldn’t be here. You wouldn’t have been adopted by that rich family of yours. I gave you that chance by letting you go. And now it’s time you paid me back. I want fifty percent of everything you own.” His hand swept dramatically over the entryway. “I like this mansion you’re living in.”
Hallway of a beautiful mansion | Source: Pexels
The audacity of his words hit me like a slap. My heart pounded as memories I had buried long ago began to claw their way back. Nights in the orphanage under a thin, scratchy blanket, the dimly lit halls that always smelled like overcooked cabbage. And the desperate hope that every visitor might be someone coming to take me home.
I folded my arms, trying to steady myself. “You gave me up. Do you know what that was like for me? Do you have any idea—”
He cut me off, waving a hand dismissively. “Spare me the sob story. You’re doing great now, aren’t you? That’s what matters. And you’re welcome, by the way.”
Senior man talking to his estranged daughter | Source: Midjourney
“You’re insane,” I shot back, my voice shaking. “You don’t get to waltz into my life after twenty-five years and demand anything.”
Before he could respond, his expression changed. The smirk faltered, and his eyes widened. Confusion—or was it fear?—flashed across his face as he looked past me, his focus snapping to something behind my shoulder.
“What the hell is that?” he muttered, his voice low but urgent.
I turned to see what had caught his attention.
Curious woman turning around | Source: Midjourney
There, stepping into the foyer with the calm confidence of someone who wouldn’t tolerate nonsense, was my husband, Daniel. In one hand, he held a tablet, in the other, our toddler’s well-loved stuffed bear. His sharp blue eyes took in the scene with a single sweep, lingering briefly on me before locking onto the man at the door.
The sight of Daniel seemed to deflate the boldness radiating from my biological father. His smirk faded, replaced by a flicker of uncertainty.
“Who’s this?” Daniel asked his tone even but protective.
Serious man standing in a luxurious living room with crossed arms | Source: Midjourney
“My biological father,” I said, the words tasting bitter in my mouth. “Apparently, he thinks I owe him half of everything I own because he ‘let me go.’”
Daniel’s brows furrowed, his jaw tightening as he set the tablet and the stuffed bear on the console table. Then, he stepped forward, his broad frame filling the doorway like a shield. The air between the two men was electric, the tension palpable.
“You’ve got a lot of nerve showing up here,” Daniel said, his voice low and cutting. “Especially with that kind of demand.”
Serious young man standing in a luxurious living room with crossed arms | Source: Midjourney
My father puffed up slightly, though his posture betrayed his discomfort. “It’s not unreasonable,” he said, attempting to reclaim his swagger. “Without me, she wouldn’t have had the chance—”
“Chance?” Daniel cut him off sharply, taking another step forward. “Without you, she wouldn’t have suffered the way she did. She wasn’t adopted by a ‘rich family.’ She was dumped into foster care and passed from one awful home to another. One family treated her like a servant—had her scrubbing floors when she was barely tall enough to hold a mop. She ran away at sixteen with nothing but the clothes on her back. That’s the legacy you left her.”
Man confronting a senior man | Source: Midjourney
The man’s face turned an ugly shade of red, his mouth opening and closing as if he were searching for words but finding none.
The man blinked, his boldness faltering. “That’s not—”
“And she didn’t rebuild her life alone,” Daniel cut in, his voice steady but laced with righteous anger.
“We met in that same orphanage after my parents dumped me there. We were just kids, but we made a promise—to survive, to create the lives we deserved, and to find each other again someday. And we did. Every dollar we have, every brick in this house, every ounce of joy—we earned it. You didn’t give her anything but scars.”
Embarrassed senior man confronted by a young man. | Source: Midjourney
I felt tears well up, my chest tightening as Daniel’s words hit me like waves of both affirmation and emotion. He wasn’t just standing up for me; he was laying bare the battles we’d fought and won together.
The man’s face twisted, his emotions flickering between anger, humiliation, and something almost pitiable. “So you’re telling me,” he spat, “that she owes me nothing? After everything?”
Daniel stepped closer, his voice dropping to a low, dangerous tone. “Not a damn thing. Not your validation. Not your approval. And definitely not your greed. You don’t get to walk in here and rewrite history. She’s better off without you. Now get off my property before I call the police.”
Young man confronting a senior man | Source: Midjourney
For a tense moment, the man stood there, his jaw working like he was chewing on his pride. Then, shoulders slumping, he muttered something and turned away, walking down the driveway with heavy, defeated steps.
Daniel waited until the man disappeared down the street before closing the door. The silence that followed was deafening. He turned to me, and the sight of his steady gaze broke me into tears as he crossed the room, pulling me into his arms.
Couple hugging | Source: Midjourney
“You’re the strongest person I know,” he murmured, his voice soft now. “He doesn’t deserve a second of your energy. You built this life. We built this life.”
I nodded against his chest, the weight of the encounter slowly melting away. “You’re right,” I whispered. “I owe him nothing.”
Daniel pulled back just enough to meet my eyes, a small, determined smile on his face. “That’s because everything you are, you’ve earned. And no one—especially him—gets to take that from you.”
Couple hugging | Source: Midjourney
If this story kept you on the edge of your seat, you won’t want to miss another jaw-dropping tale: I found out that I was adopted but was shocked to discover the identity of my biological dad. It’s a heart-pounding journey full of surprises that you won’t see coming.
This work is inspired by real events and people, but it has been fictionalized for creative purposes. Names, characters, and details have been changed to protect privacy and enhance the narrative. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental and not intended by the author.
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