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The Blonde Who Defied Her Age

Donna D’Errico has a message for those who say she is “too old to wear a bikini.” The 54-year-old Baywatch actress responded to critics who claimed it’s shameful for her to appear in a swimsuit at her age.

D’Errico posted a photo on Instagram of herself relaxing in a light pink bikini. In the caption, she addressed the criticism she received for a previous video she posted on the 4th of July, where she wore a red, white, and blue bikini. Critics called her “too old to wear bikinis” and even “desperate.”

To those critics, she wrote, “Let me tell you something that might surprise you. I can wear and do whatever I want.”

Donna ended her post defiantly, “So here I am in a bikini next to a coffee table.”

Fans flooded the comments with praise. One fan wrote, “Do whatever you want, dear! We love you! Women always attack other women and try to make them feel bad. You have no reason to feel disappointed.” Another commented, “Donna, you can wear and look absolutely phenomenal in a bikini. Don’t let those jealous ones bother you even a bit.”

Donna D’Errico isn’t the only woman facing criticism for wearing certain swimsuits at her age. Another Baywatch star, Pamela Anderson, also feels comfortable in her body and looks stunning in her outfits.

In April, 57-year-old model Paulina Porizkova shared some of the hateful comments she received on her own bikini photos posted on Instagram. Comments included, “It must hurt so much to post bikini pictures at your age.”

Porizkova responded, “I get comments like these every time I post a picture of my body. Older men are distinguished, older women are ugly. People who think beauty equals youth don’t understand beauty. Pretty is easy on the eyes, partly because it is a little bland, harmless. It is easy to accept and easy to forget. Not so with beauty. Beauty can be sharp. It can hurt you and leave a scar. To perceive beauty, you have to be able to see. That’s why I believe we become more beautiful with age. We have earned beauty, we understand what it is, and we can see it much better. There is no such thing as ugly and old. Just nearsighted and ignorant.”

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