Cher’s journey from the unknown to establishing her distinct place as a multitalented icon is nothing short of exciting. In addition to redefining music and ruling the world of music for nearly six decades, she has challenged the norms and expectations, building a persona unlike any other.
From being fun and full of surprises to exuberating boldness and brilliance—Cher’s journey to success has been both unconventional and exceptional. Moreover, she has used fashion as a form of self-expression, unapologetically conveying her somewhat complex personal style.
Despite her age, the “After All” singer’s revealing style has remained unchanged. Her choice of seemingly inappropriate outfits has kept her in the spotlight for years. At the 2017 Billboard Music Awards, she rocked a body-baring, heart-shaped pasties outfit made from beaded threads.
Cher topped her look with a platinum wig, looking snug and happy in her bold beaded dress. Interestingly, everyone adored her style, and she also bagged the Icon Award, which later gave her a chance to share an emotional acceptance speech.
While reflecting on her journey in the music arena for over 50 years at the time, Cher echoed what her mom told her when she was a young girl:
“You’re not going to be the smartest, you’re not going to be the prettiest, you’re not going to be the most talented, but you’re going to be special.’”
Taking the conversation further, the “If I Could Turn Back Time” star noted how her style statement throughout her career had been unique, despite being dubbed outrageous, distinct, and against the rule books.
To anyone wondering how she pulled off such a revealing dress for her age, the then-71-year-old responded, “I can do a five-minute plank.”
Despite going strong in her 70s, Cher has received immense criticism for her looks. In 2019, a user called the songstress “too old to dress like a [20-year-old].”
In 2014, a second user slammed her for looking ugly in her purple dress, saying she needed to wear something longer. “Cher looks like an ugly Ozzy,” commented another user.
She has reportedly been dubbed as the poster girl for cosmetic procedures.
Besides being criticized, the “Moonstruck” alum has also received supportive comments from fans. “THIS is cher! she looks her age, beautiful and happy. there’s nothing wrong with looking like you’ve lived [sic],” stated one user on Twitter.
When Cher posted her mother’s picture on social media in June 2022, many drew similarities between the two women. She is beautiful. She is beautiful at her age now!” wrote a fan. Another netizen commended the pop star, adding, “Looks beautiful for any age and she is already doing her job fabulously.”
For Cher, the world of glitz and glam has also pressured her to remain young and relevant in her field. She has reportedly been dubbed as the poster girl for cosmetic procedures.
When asked if she normalized the trend, the singer immediately pointed out how she had seen girls as young as 18 want to change their appearance. She said she didn’t comprehend why people held her responsible for something which had been trending for a long time.
“If you’re no good at what you do, people don’t care what you look like,” answered Cher when asked if cosmetic treatments had prolonged her career. She noted how people didn’t pay money to look at someone and attached much more importance to someone’s performance.
Despite admitting to feeling exhausted and drained, the “Burlesque” alum said her voice had never been better. She also stated how she had worked diligently to build her body strength, adding that even 20-year-old girls couldn’t do what she did.
While commenting on an American tabloid newspaper constantly suggesting she was on the brink of death, Cher appeared shocked and confused. During her response to the somewhat queer question, she said she was unsure why they thought she was dying when she had never felt that way.
Cher is also excellent at monitoring her diet and is a fan of healthy eating except for her love for chocolate. She also credits working out and exercising to her gorgeous appearance and agelessness.
So, how does the “All or Nothing” singer maintain her lovely figure while adding more years to her life? She once shared how she works twice as hard and loves being in the gym as much as possible. Cher said she was a tomboy in her youth and loved playing sports.
Owing to her sporty attitude, Cher also learned to surf and said she loved embarking on adventures. The Oscar-winning diva has a few simple beauty tips which have helped her remain an elegant beauty over the years.
Her secrets to staying fit, active, healthy, and of course, ageless include saying no to drinking, smoking, and drugs. In addition to understanding the importance of mindful eating and adopting a vegetarian diet, Cher confessed she rarely drank and never did drugs.
Cher once rated Cruise among her top five lovers, and the duo’s relationship amassed immense popularity back in the day, despite the “Jerry Maguire” actor being 16 years her junior.
The “Baby Don’t Go” star explained how she had always considered drinking and drugs unhealthy. While she admitted to smoking cigarettes for some time, she quickly bounced back and steered clear of anything that contradicted her taste.
Being the superstar she is, Cher’s health continues to worry her fans from time to time, mainly in the wake of her advancing age. In 2021, she had to cancel some of her concerts after contracting a mysterious illness.
Heeding her doctor’s advice, Cher, then 75, took some time to rest and recover and kept her loyal fan base updated about her health through regular social media updates.
Known for entertaining the audience, staying relevant, and serving style goals despite her age, the Emmy-winning star was shattered to cancel some of her shows. During her “Dressed To Kill” tour, she was said to have fallen ill with a severe virus affecting her kidneys and voice box.
At the time, Cher had to cancel her mega show’s second half because she appeared too unwell to perform. However, despite her health scares, she has managed to stay fit and healthy, determined to keep her fans entertained with her mesmerizing performances.
Cher’s age has never deterred her from chasing her dreams. In addition to reveling in continued success and fame, she had had an exciting love life. In November 2022, the “Love and Understanding” singer went public with her relationship to Alexander “AE” Edwards, 40 years her junior.
When photos of the hot duo circulated on social media, many fans warned Cher about her then-boyfriend’s past. But sources reported that the Grammy-winning musician was unswayed by the online chatter, and she couldn’t care less about the skepticism surrounding her relationship.
Despite the undue media and public scrutiny, Cher seemed to enjoy the attention, reportedly adding that she and her then-beau shared something extraordinary, making her feel sexy and full of life.
The same source shared that Cher had always had a thing for younger men, and her relationship with Edwards was no different than her previous connections. But what made it stand out from the “Bang Bang” star’s prior romances was how it made her feel and her confidence to take it public.
In December 2022, Cher posted a picture of her pear-shaped diamond ring on Twitter, triggering the romance rumor mill. The “Mamma Mia! Here We Go Again” alum wrote how she wished her late mom, Georgia Holt, could witness her happiness and gorgeous ring.
She mentioned how her mother loved diamonds and would have been ecstatic to share her daughter’s happiness. Later, Cher said she had posted the ring’s photo because she wished to flaunt her then-boyfriend’s fabulous nails.
The pop star’s romance with Edwards isn’t the only one that gained widespread media attention. In the past, she’s dated Hollywood A-listers, including Richie Sambora, Elvis Presley, Tom Cruise, and several others.
Cher once rated Cruise among her top five lovers, and the duo’s relationship amassed immense popularity back in the day, despite the “Jerry Maguire” actor being 16 years her junior.
She has been married twice: she wed Sonny Bono in 1964, and they divorced in 1975. They share a son, Chaz Bono. Unfortunately, Sonny died in 1998. Later, in 1975, she tied the knot with Gregg Allman, but the duo divorced three years later. Allman passed away in 2017, and the duo share a son, Elijah.
Despite the rumors that Cher and Edwards were engaged, sources close to the couple confirmed that they had gone their separate ways after just six months of dating. It was also revealed that the pair were never engaged, and Cher’s ring was merely a gift from her ex-lover.
Regardless, the duo was said to be incredibly close, and Edwards’ son loved spending time at Cher’s Malibu residence. Their romance and brief relationship were believed to be real and special, and despite their decision to call it quits, they were said to be on friendly terms.
Although Cher has been slammed off and on for her revealing style, she continues to exuberate class and confidence while showing off her slim figure, proving that age is just a number!
I Accidentally Discovered My Husband’s Cheating through an IG Post — My Public Yet Dignified Revenge Shook His World
During her seemingly joyous baby shower, Lora exposes her husband’s infidelity through a slideshow that shocks not only him and his mistress but also family and friends gathered under the guise of celebration. Follow along with this dramatic unmasking that not only shatters the facade of a happy family but also sets the stage for a decisive and meticulously planned fallout.
As I watched the soft morning light filter through the curtains, I cradled our six-week-old daughter, Lily, in my arms.
It was just another quiet morning, except it wasn’t. Tom was packing his suitcase again for the first time since Lily was born.
Before, his frequent travels were just a part of our routine—I’d kiss him goodbye and count the days until his return. But this time, everything felt different.
“Are you sure you have everything?” I asked, trying to keep my voice steady as Tom moved around our bedroom, gathering his belongings.
“Almost ready, Lora. I just need to grab a few more things,” Tom replied, his voice calm and reassuring. He glanced at Lily, sleeping peacefully against my chest. “I know this is hard. It’s just a week.”
A week. Seven days might not seem long, but to a new mom still figuring out how to juggle sleepless nights and endless diapers, it felt like an eternity.
“I just… I’ve never been alone with her, not really. What if I do something wrong?” My voice cracked slightly with the weight of my unspoken fears.
Tom stopped and sat next to us on the bed. He took my hand in his, squeezing gently. “Lora, you’re doing amazing. Honestly, you’re a natural at this. And hey, I’m just a phone call away, okay?”
I nodded, attempting a brave smile. “I know. It’s just—all those nights we talked about teamwork and now, suddenly, I have to do this solo.”
“We are still a team,” he reassured me, brushing a kiss on Lily’s forehead. “No matter where I am, we’re in this together.”
As he zipped up his suitcase, the reality of the impending solitude pressed down on me. I wasn’t just scared; I was terrified of being alone, not for my sake, but for Lily’s. What if she needed more than I could give?
Tom pulled us into a hug, his suitcase standing at the door like an unspoken barrier. “It’s going to be okay,” he whispered. “We’ll get through this. We always do.”
And with that, he was gone. I watched his car disappear around the corner and closed the front door gently behind me.
The rest of the day passed in a blur of feedings, diaper changes, and tender moments trying to soothe Lily’s fussing. By the time her cries finally gave way to sleep, the sun had set, leaving a calm evening to unfold.
I walked to the kitchen, poured myself a cup of hot chocolate, and sat on the balcony of our bedroom to unwind. It was my moment of respite, a brief pause in the constant demands of new motherhood.
I picked up my phone and opened Instagram, eager to immerse myself in something other than chores and diapers—a much-needed escape into the virtual world.
I scrolled through the vibrant pictures, catching glimpses of lives uninterrupted by the relentless needs of a newborn. Deep down, I felt a pang of longing—for the days when spontaneity was a given, not a luxury.
That’s when I stumbled upon our local celebrity, Anna Wren’s page, and without a second thought, I began browsing through her latest posts, unaware of the shock that was about to hit me.
She was celebrating at a new high-end restaurant downtown, her smile as radiant as the flash on the camera. The caption boasted about a night out with friends, a reminder of the world outside my baby-centric universe.
I zoomed in on the photo to admire the restaurant’s chic decor—a blend of modern and vintage that gave it a cozy yet elegant vibe. That’s when I saw them. In the softly blurred background, unmistakable even from a distance, was Tom.
He was sitting across from a woman, engaged in what looked like an animated conversation. I squinted, my heart pounding as recognition dawned.
It was Eliza, his university friend—the one who had never hidden her disdain for me. The one he had assured me was just a friend, someone I shouldn’t worry about.
The hot chocolate turned cold in my hands as I stared at the screen, my mind racing. Why hadn’t he told me about meeting her?
He was supposed to be on a business trip, confined to meetings and solo dinners, not cozy catch-ups with old friends who clearly didn’t think much of his wife.
Feeling a mix of anger and betrayal, I took a screenshot of the image. My next steps were unclear, but I knew I needed to confront him. This wasn’t just about his whereabouts; it was about trust, about the reality of our partnership now tested by distance and silence.
My mind was a tangled mess of emotions as I replayed the scene from Anna’s Instagram over and over. Tom, my husband, the father of our daughter, was on more than just a business trip. He was out there betraying our family.
But I wasn’t going to let my shock cloud my judgment. I needed to be strategic, meticulous.
First, I confirmed the hotel where Tom was staying by matching it with Anna’s tags about her influencer event. I had to be sure, absolutely sure.
So, I called my friend Mia, who had never met Tom. I asked her to do something that felt straight out of a spy movie—go to the hotel and take photos discreetly.
The pictures she sent back left no room for doubt: there was Tom and Eliza, unmistakably close, holding hands, kissing—a bitter confirmation of my worst fears.
The urge to confront him was overwhelming, yet I chose to wait. I planned every move with precision, as if setting up dominoes.
Quietly, I began funneling money into a separate account, knowing I might need every penny for what was coming. I met with a divorce attorney to understand my rights and the implications, especially concerning our newborn daughter, Lily.
His next business trip was my opportunity. I sent a bouquet of flowers to Tom’s hotel room with a note, carefully imitating Eliza’s handwriting, “Thank you for a wonderful evening, I can’t wait for many more.”
It was subtle but sharp, a dagger cloaked in velvet. The flowers were timed to arrive when Eliza was likely with him, planting seeds of doubt and paranoia.
When Tom returned, I kept my composure as if nothing had changed. Yet, under the calm surface, I was orchestrating the final act of my plan.
I suggested a belated baby shower, a seemingly innocent celebration with our close friends and family. I insisted we invite Eliza, claiming it would be nice to finally connect with his friends from Uni.
Tom, surprised by my suggestion, hesitantly agreed.
The day of the shower, our home filled with laughter and light chatter, a stark contrast to the storm brewing inside me. As guests cooed over Lily and exchanged pleasantries, I prepared the last piece of my revenge.
Midway through the event, I started a slideshow—cute photos of Lily, her milestones, and us as a new family. I even threw some in there with Tom’s extended family members.
Then, as the room hummed with warmth, the images shifted. There on the screen was the Instagram photo of Tom and Eliza in the background, unnoticed until now. The room fell silent. The next photos were Mia’s—clear shots of Tom and Eliza’s intimate moments.
The reaction was immediate and visceral. Whispers erupted around the room; Tom’s face drained of color, turning him ghostly pale. Eliza, caught in the glaring truth, stood up abruptly, her chair scraping loudly against the floor as she rushed out, humiliated.
The aftermath was chaotic. The room was still buzzing with the murmurs of our stunned friends and family as Tom turned to me, desperation etching his features. “Lora, please, let me explain. It’s not what it looks like,” he pleaded, his voice cracking under the strain.
I looked at him, my expression steady and resolute. “Save it, Tom. There’s nothing you could say to change what I saw. What we all saw.”
“But Lora—”
“No,” I cut him off firmly. The decision was made. “I’ve heard enough, Tom. Your actions spoke louder than your words ever could.”
I turned away from him, addressing the room briefly. “Thank you all for coming today. I think it’s best if we end the gathering now.”
As the guests slowly filed out, the whispers of disappointment and sympathy followed them out the door. Once everyone had left, I dialed my attorney, the evidence of Tom’s betrayal clear and undeniable. “I want to proceed with filing for divorce,” I informed her, my voice steady, backed by a painful certainty.
“Understood,” my attorney replied. “I’ll prepare the necessary paperwork. We have everything we need.”
Days later, the fallout continued. Tom’s parents, having learned of the incident, invited him over. I wasn’t there, but I heard about it from Tom later, his voice hollow. “We can’t believe you would do something like this,” his mother had said, disappointment heavy in her tone.
“We’re removing you from our will. You need to think about the consequences of your actions, especially how they affect your daughter.”
Tom recounted the meeting to me over the phone, a note of disbelief in his voice. “They’re serious, Lora. I’ve lost everything.”
“Yes, Tom,” I replied, my tone devoid of warmth. “You have.”
Whatever came next, I knew we would face it together, just me and my Lily, and that was enough.
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