HOW DOES VICTORIA PRINCIPAL LOOK SO AMAZING AT 74? FIND OUT HERE

“Dallas,” the most successful primetime soap in TV history, is a show I hold dear. I could easily rewatch the entire series just to enjoy Victoria Principal’s performance.

Victoria Principal, known for her memorable role as Pamela Barnes Ewing, was one of the main reasons to watch “Dallas,” along with Larry Hagman, who played the infamous J.R. Ewing.

Now, at 74 years old, Victoria looks incredible. You’ll be amazed when you see her latest photos!

Victoria Principal, now 74, has had a diverse career as an actress, author, producer, and skincare business owner.

Her ability to succeed in many areas might be due to her childhood, which required her to adapt to different places.

Victoria was born on January 3, 1950, in Japan. Her father, a U.S. Air Force Sergeant, was stationed in Fukuoka, so Victoria spent her early months there.

As a child, Victoria and her mother moved frequently due to her father’s job. They lived in England, Puerto Rico, Massachusetts, Florida, and other places.

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Victoria Principal attended 17 different schools during her childhood, including the famous Royal Ballet School in England.

Her childhood experiences are a bit mixed. According to the Daily Mail, Victoria and her mother, Ree Principal, had a complicated relationship, and Victoria described her childhood as unhappy in a 2009 report. In a 2012 interview with the Huffington Post, Victoria said she wished she had known earlier that her childhood would eventually end.

However, Victoria has also said, “I was very lucky. My parents raised me in such a way that it never occurred to me that I wasn’t equal.”

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Victoria Principal began working early, landing her first job in a TV commercial at just 5 years old.

In 1968, she enrolled at Miami-Dade Community College, planning to become a doctor. However, her path changed dramatically after a serious car accident just months before finishing her first year. The crash forced her to spend months in recovery, and she had to repeat her first year of college.

Deciding to change direction, Victoria moved to New York City to pursue acting. After working as an actress and model in New York and Europe, she moved to Los Angeles in 1971 to chase major film roles. She eventually landed a role in the film “The Life and Times of Judge Roy Bean,” playing the mistress of the main character, portrayed by Paul Newman.

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Victoria Principal showed she had talent early on, earning a Golden Globe nomination for best newcomer. Her rising fame meant she started getting invited to more parties, but she soon realized that many people were more interested in her fame than in being genuine friends.

After her role in “The Life and Times of Judge Roy Bean,” Victoria had a hard time finding satisfying roles. Her next film, “The Naked Ape,” didn’t do well, which really affected her confidence.

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Victoria Principal wanted to be successful to protect herself from getting hurt. She became very cautious and guarded.

In 1974, she starred in the hit disaster film “Earthquake,” which did really well at the box office. However, while filming “Vigilante Force” in 1975, Victoria felt overwhelmed and collapsed under the pressure of maintaining a perfect image. She admitted that she was so unhappy that she didn’t want to continue living.

Victoria decided to step away from acting and study law. Between 1975 and 1977, she worked as a talent agent, which gave her relief from the constant focus on her looks and body. As an agent, she was valued for her skills and personality.

While working as an agent, Victoria came across the script for the TV series “Dallas.” She was intrigued and knew she wanted the role. She called the casting director and, in a surprising twist, sent herself in for the audition.

Victoria ended up landing the role of Pamela Barnes Ewing, and it became a defining moment in her career.

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Victoria Principal knew that “Dallas” was going to be a big success. She loved the show and the role of Pamela Barnes Ewing from the moment she read the script. She felt like she was meant to play that part.

Victoria used her knowledge of the industry to negotiate her own contract with CBS. This gave her the freedom to work on other projects while “Dallas” became a global hit. She was the only cast member who did commercials, acted in TV movies, and wrote books, all while maintaining control over her own image.

Victoria took charge of her career and made sure that no one else controlled her.

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In 1978, the TV show *Dallas* premiered and quickly became one of the most popular TV dramas ever. It was so popular that it’s hard for younger people today to grasp just how big of a deal it was worldwide.

The show focused on the Ewings, a rich Texas family involved in oil and cattle ranching.

Victoria Principal, who was 28 when the show started, played a big part in its success. As Pamela Barnes Ewing, the gorgeous wife of Bobby Ewing and sister-in-law to JR Ewing, she became a major crush for many fans of that generation.

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During her nine years on *Dallas*, Victoria Principal was nominated for a Golden Globe and two Soap Opera Digest Awards.

Recently, she has shared stories from her time on the show and talked about working with Larry Hagman, who played the iconic character JR Ewing.

Victoria mentioned that working with Larry was always enjoyable. He was a generous actor who would discuss how to make their scenes even better before filming them.

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Victoria Principal wasn’t very close with her *Dallas* castmates.

She explained that while they did talk on the phone, they didn’t often hang out together. They had different lives: Patrick, Steve, Larry, and Linda were all married with children, while Victoria was single. Their lifestyles were just too different.

Victoria left *Dallas* in 1987 for a few reasons. She felt that staying on the show longer would make it hard for her to be seen as more than just her character, Pam Ewing. She wanted to avoid being typecast and to explore other opportunities.

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Victoria Principal, now 71, has always been in the spotlight, but she’s also made a name for herself off-screen. After marrying plastic surgeon Dr. Harry Glassman, rumors suggested he might have helped her maintain her youthful appearance. However, in a 2007 interview, Victoria denied using any of his services for cosmetic procedures. She stated, “I’ve never had a face-lift. Or a professional peel or lasers.”

Victoria and Dr. Glassman divorced in December 2006 after being together for over 20 years. While she doesn’t have biological children, she grew close with Dr. Glassman’s children from a previous relationship, Andrew and Brooke.

These days, Victoria stays active on social media and spends much of her time on her ranch near Los Angeles, where she focuses on rehabilitating animals. Seeing her happy and thriving brings tears of joy to many of her fans!

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My Husband Came Home Holding a Crying Baby

When Anna’s husband walked through the door holding a crying baby, her world turned upside down. Years later, the child she raised as her own is faced with a life-altering choice.

The scent of garlic and onions filled the small kitchen as I stirred a pot of soup. It had been a long day, and I was trying to distract myself by perfecting dinner. The house felt too quiet, as it often did.

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A woman tasting her dish | Source: Pexels

My husband, David, was late coming home again, but I wasn’t surprised. His work as a delivery driver sometimes ran long. I wiped my hands on a dish towel, glancing at the clock.

“Seven-thirty,” I muttered. “What else is new?”

The garage door rumbled open, and I felt a flicker of relief. David was finally home. But then I heard something strange. A baby crying.

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A crying baby | Source: Pexels

I frowned, drying my hands quickly. We didn’t have kids. We tried countless times until we found out I couldn’t get pregnant.

“David?” I called out, walking toward the front door.

When I stepped into the hallway, I froze. There he was, standing in the open doorway, holding a baby bundled in a soft, gray blanket.

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A man holding a baby | Source: Freepik

“Hi,” he said, his voice shaky.

“David…” My eyes darted to the tiny face peeking out from the blanket. “What is that?”

“It’s a baby,” he replied, as if I couldn’t hear the piercing cries filling the room.

“I can see that,” I snapped, taking a step closer. “But why are you holding a baby?”

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A shocked blonde woman | Source: Freepik

“I found him,” David said softly, his eyes wide. “On our doorstep.”

I cut him off. “Wait. Someone left a baby on our doorstep? Like some kind of… I don’t know… a movie or something?”

“I’m serious, Anna,” he said. “There was no note, nothing. Just him.”

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A man holding a baby | Source: Pexels

The baby whimpered, and David adjusted the blanket again. “He was so cold, Anna. I couldn’t leave him out there.”

“Let me see him.” My voice came out more forceful than I intended.

David hesitated but finally stepped closer. He peeled back the edge of the blanket, revealing a tiny hand. My breath caught in my throat.

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A shocked woman holding a newborn baby | Source: Midjourney

“Anna, are you okay?” David asked, watching my face.

I didn’t answer. My eyes were glued to the baby’s hand. A small, crescent-shaped birthmark rested near his thumb. My knees felt weak.

“Anna,” David repeated, more urgently. “What’s wrong?”

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A close-up of a newborn baby’s head | Source: Pexels

“This can’t be,” I whispered.

Six months ago, my younger sister, Lily, had stormed out of my life. The fight was stupid, but the damage it caused wasn’t. She had called me judgmental; I had called her irresponsible. Neither of us had apologized.

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Two women arguing | Source: Freepik

When Lily left, she vanished completely. No calls. No messages. Nothing. I’d convinced myself she didn’t care, though I never stopped thinking about her.

But now, staring at that birthmark, the truth hit me like a wave. This baby wasn’t just any baby.

“He’s Lily’s,” I said.

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A serious woman holding a baby | Source: Midjourney

David frowned. “What?”

“The birthmark,” I said, pointing to the tiny crescent shape. “Lily has the same one on her wrist. It runs in the family.”

He looked at the baby’s hand, then back at me. “You’re saying this baby is your nephew?”

I nodded, my heart pounding.

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A side shot of a woman holding a baby | Source: Midjourney

“But… I didn’t even know Lily was pregnant,” David said.

“Neither did I,” I whispered.

A mix of anger and sadness surged through me. “Why didn’t she tell me? Why would she leave her baby here?”

David looked as lost as I felt. “I don’t know, Anna. But what do we do now?”

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A man holding a baby on his shoulder | Source: Pexels

For a moment, neither of us spoke. The baby’s soft whimpers filled the silence. I reached out and touched his tiny hand, feeling its warmth against my skin.

I shook my head. “We should call someone. The police, maybe. Or social services.”

David’s jaw tightened. “You really think they’ll take better care of him than us? He’s family, Anna.”

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A serious man | Source: Pexels

I blinked back tears, feeling torn in two. For years, I’d dreamed of holding a baby in my arms. But this wasn’t how it was supposed to happen.

The baby let out a soft cry, and David rocked him gently. “Look at him, Anna,” he said. “He’s just a baby. He didn’t ask for any of this.”

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A close-up shot of a father with his baby | Source: Freepik

I took a deep breath, my mind racing. “If we do this… if we keep him… it’s not just for tonight, David. It’s for life.”

He nodded. “I know.”

I looked at the baby again, his tiny face scrunched up in sleep. My heart ached, torn between fear and something else—a small, fragile hope.

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A woman holding a baby | Source: Pexels

The years had flown by, but every moment with Ethan felt like a gift. At 13, he was tall for his age, with dark curls that always seemed unruly and a grin that could light up a room. He called me “Mom,” and David “Dad,” and I never got tired of hearing it.

Our home was filled with the sounds of his laughter, his endless questions, and the occasional thud of a basketball against the garage door. He was a good kid, full of heart.

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A happy teenager | Source: Pexels

“Ethan!” I called from the kitchen one afternoon. “Don’t forget your lunchbox. You left it on the counter again!”

“Got it, Mom!” he shouted back, running through the house.

David appeared behind me, sipping his coffee. “Thirteen years,” he said, shaking his head. “Feels like yesterday when we found him.”

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A couple talking over breakfast | Source: Pexels

I smiled. “He’s the best thing that ever happened to us.”

David leaned in to kiss my cheek, but before he could, the doorbell rang.

“I’ll get it!” Ethan hollered, already halfway to the door.

I wiped my hands on a towel, following him. When Ethan opened the door, I stopped in my tracks.

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A shocked woman | Source: Freepik

Lily stood there, dressed in an elegant coat, her heels clicking on the porch as she shifted her weight. Her diamond earrings sparkled, and her face—though older—was as striking as I remembered.

“Anna,” she said, her voice soft but firm. “I need to talk to you.”

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A rich woman | Source: Pexels

We sat in the living room, the air thick with tension. Ethan hovered nearby, watching the woman who was his birth mother with cautious curiosity.

“Ethan,” I said gently, “why don’t you give us a moment?”

He hesitated, then nodded. “Okay, Mom,” he said, disappearing upstairs.

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A teenage boy by the stairs | Source: Midjourney

Lily’s eyes followed him, a mixture of longing and guilt flashing across her face.

“Why are you here, Lily?” I asked, my voice steady but cold.

She looked at me, her eyes filling with tears. “I made a mistake, Anna. A terrible mistake. I never should have left him. I wasn’t ready then, but I am now.”

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A crying woman | Source: Pexels

I felt my chest tighten. “What are you saying?”

“I’m saying I want my son back,” she said, her voice breaking. “I can give him everything now. A big house, the best schools, opportunities you can’t even imagine. He deserves that.”

Before I could say anything, Ethan appeared, his gaze locked on Lily.

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An angry teenage boy | Source: Freepik

“You’re my birth mom, aren’t you?” he asked bluntly.

Lily blinked, startled by his question. “Yes,” she said slowly. “I am. I’ve come to take you home with me.”

Ethan didn’t flinch. “Home? This is my home.”

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A woman talking to an angry teenage boy | Source: Midjourney

Her face softened, and she reached out as if to touch him. “I know this is sudden, but I can give you so much, Ethan. A better life. A bigger house, the best schools, anything you could want.”

Ethan took a step back, shaking his head. “You think I care about that? You don’t even know me.”

Lily’s hand dropped, her expression faltering. “Ethan, I—”

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A close-up shot of a crying woman | Source: Pexels

“You don’t know my favorite food. You don’t know I’m terrible at spelling but great at math. You weren’t there when I broke my arm in third grade or when I got my first basketball trophy,” he said, his voice rising.

“Ethan,” I said softly, but he kept going.

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A teenage boy signing a cross | Source: Freepik

“They were there,” he said, pointing at me and David. “They’ve been there every single day. You’re a stranger to me.”

Lily’s eyes glistened with tears. “I know I made mistakes, but I’m your mother, Ethan. That’s a bond that can’t be broken.”

He squared his shoulders, his voice firm. “Family isn’t about blood. It’s about love. And I already have a family. I’m not going anywhere.”

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A boy with his arms crossed | Source: Midjourney

Lily’s shoulders sagged, the weight of his words sinking in. She turned to me, her expression a mixture of guilt and resignation.

“You’ve raised him well, Anna,” she said quietly. “I can see how much he loves you.”

I nodded, my voice steady but kind. “He’s happy, Lily. That’s all we’ve ever wanted for him.”

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A serious woman | Source: Freepik

Lily gave Ethan one last, lingering look, then turned to leave. As the door closed behind her, Ethan let out a long breath.

“You okay?” I asked, pulling him into a hug.

“Yeah,” he said, his voice muffled against my shoulder. “I just… I don’t get how she could leave me like that.”

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A woman hugging her son | Source: Midjourney

David joined us, placing a hand on Ethan’s back. “Sometimes people make mistakes they can’t undo. But you’ve got us, kiddo. Always.”

A week ago, God rewarded me with my own child. I found out that I was pregnant.

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A happy woman a pregnancy test | Source: Pexels

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.

The author and publisher make no claims to the accuracy of events or the portrayal of characters and are not liable for any misinterpretation. This story is provided as “is,” and any opinions expressed are those of the characters and do not reflect the views of the author or publisher.

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