Zac Efron’s fans were left shocked when they saw his new face in a recent interview he did for Entertainment Weekly. The 36-year-old was promoting his new movie, The Iron Claw, but it’s his fuller and bigger facial features that got most of the attention.
His appearance went viral.
Looking handsome in a simple white t-shirt alongside his co-stars Jeremy Allen White and Harris Dickinson, Zac’s latest appearance went viral. Many people asked, “What happened to his face?” and flooded the internet with questions and observations such as, “His face is huge now,” “What happened to his jaw?” and “His face doesn’t even move now.”
Others were also quick to draw comparisons and find similarities between Efron, David Hasselhoff, or Rob Lowe. While someone wrote, “Woah, he looks like the villain in Avengers: Endgame,” and another noted, “I could see him being the Joker.”
However, many fans were quick to come to the actor’s defense and explain that his jaw was shattered in a car accident, and he underwent procedures to get it restructured, which is why he looks different now.
Efron’s face sparked debate in the past as well.
This is not the first time that the 17 Again actor’s face sparked online debate. Back in April 2021, people wondered why the lower half of his face looked so different as the actor starred in Facebook Watch’s “Earth Day Musical.”
Efron finally explained the reason for this transformation back in October 2022 when he appeared on the cover of Men’s Health magazine. He shared with the magazine that he broke his jaw when he was running around his house in socks. He slipped and hit his chin on the hard corner of a stone fountain.
During his recovery, the High School Musical star shared that certain facial muscles tried to compensate for the injury. He worked with a physical therapist to help with this. However, when he took a break from therapy, he noticed that the jaw muscles, called masseters, grew much larger.
To learn more about the truth behind the plastic surgery rumors, and Zac’s explanation, then check out this article.
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My Boss Terminated Me for Wearing Thrift Store Attire – My Colleagues Came to My Defense and Delivered a Powerful Lesson
When the company owner barged in and abruptly fired me for wearing second-hand clothes, my world imploded. Little did I know, my co-workers were planning an act that would turn everything around and emphasize the true strength of our workplace community.
Never did I think that buying clothes from a thrift store would cost me my job. But life’s full of surprises, especially when you’re a single mother struggling to make ends meet.
It began like any other Tuesday morning. I was at my desk, taking calls and welcoming clients with my usual cheer. The office buzzed with its routine hustle — keys clacking, printers working, and the aroma of fresh coffee in the air.
Kate from HR peeked around the corner. “Hey Claire, how are the kids?”
“Oh, you know,” I chuckled. “Sophie’s engrossed in her science project, and Noah’s set on memorizing every dinosaur name.”
Kate smiled. “Sounds like you have your hands full.”
“Always,” I said. “But I wouldn’t trade it for the world.”
Just then, the elevator chimed. The doors opened to reveal a familiar face I hadn’t seen in over a year — Victor, the company owner.
Panic surged through me. I quickly stood, smoothing my thrift store blouse. “Good morning, Mr. Harrison! Welcome back!”
Victor’s eyes narrowed at me, his expression hardening. “What are you wearing?”
I glanced at my outfit, puzzled. “I — ”
“Is this how you present yourself to our clients?” he demanded loudly. “In these… these rags?”
The office fell silent, every eye on us.
“Mr. Harrison, I — ”
“No excuses,” he interrupted. “A receptionist’s attire should reflect our brand. You’re terminated. Leave immediately.”
My world spun. “But sir, I’m a single mom. I can’t — ”
“Out!” he shouted. “Now!”
Tears stung as I gathered my belongings. Kate tried to intervene, but Victor silenced her with a glare.
The drive home was a blur. How would I explain this to Sophie and Noah? How would we survive? I unlocked our apartment door, and there they were — my little warriors.
Sophie instantly knew something was wrong. “Mom, what happened?”
I hugged them close, the smell of grape juice and play-doh soothing me. “I lost my job today, sweethearts.”
Noah hugged me tighter. “It’s okay, Mommy. We still love you.”
I stifled a sob. “I love you too, munchkins. So much.”
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