This Girl Was ‘Molested’ by Babysitter as a Child — Now This 90s Icon Lives Alone with 5 Dogs on Her Farm

“I hope you die!” she told her former babysitter.

Her first wedding took place on the beach.

She thinks her new look is “a little rebellious.”

Despite her humble birth on July 1, 1967, in Ladysmith, British Columbia, to a waitress and jack-of-all-trades, the brunette in the photo’s birth was reported in a newspaper. She was the first centennial baby.

She went on to have an extraordinary life sparked by another instance of being in the right place at the right time. However, she first had to survive a traumatic childhood of violence and abuse.

Her parents were 17 and 19 when they had her and still went out occasionally. Somewhere between the ages of four and eight, she had a female babysitter who molested her for around a year.

The babysitter “sexualized” the girl at a very young age, making her play inappropriate games. One day, the caretaker told her because she is a “bad girl,” Santa Claus would not visit her that year.

“I ran after her in tears, calling her a liar… and clumsily stabbed her with a candy-cane-striped pen in her chest,” she penned in her memoir. “‘I hope you die!’ I screamed through tears.”

The female predator died in a car accident following her graduation not long after. On hearing the news, the girl came to believe it was her doing, that she had some extraordinary power. She carried this with her for her “entire young life,” eventually confiding in her mom and dad.

Her parent’s volatile relationship would also cause her to act out. Once, when the couple was fighting, she tried to divert attention away from it by telling her younger brother to hide while she convinced the town that he was missing.

Her father would dole out cruel punishments. When she went against his wishes to have her kittens in the house, he placed them in a paper bag and drowned them in the ocean. “I felt like I died that night, too,” she remembers.

Between ages 12 and 14, she was sexually assaulted twice, and a boyfriend kicked her out of a moving car. She once stopped her father from assaulting her mom further by punching him.

The young brunette became known as “Blue Zone Girl” when she was spotted on a jumbotron at a football game, but she would soon be renowned worldwide by her real name, Pamela Anderson.

A beer company scouted her as a spokesmodel, leading to a Playboy shoot. A “Home Improvement” role brought her into the mainstream, but she became a superstar portraying CJ on “Baywatch.”

Her whirlwind romance with drummer Tommy Lee crescendoed into a wedding on the beach in Cancun, Mexico, in 1995, where she wore a white string bikini and he was in trunks. The couple had two children, Dylan Jagger and Brandon Thomas.

The footage they made during their honeymoon was stolen and sold as one of the first sex tapes of the internet era. The actress has never watched the tape but has felt its effects. She wrote how it “ruined lives,” starting with their relationship.

Lee was jailed for four months after he was found guilty of spousal abuse, and they divorced in 1998. She filed for full custody of the children in 2012, claiming that he was emotionally and physically abusive towards them.

Anderson has experienced a resurgence in her career. She has taken back the narrative surrounding her crafted by the media with a memoir, “Love, Pamela,” and participating in the companion Netflix documentary.

Returning to her coastal hometown of Ladysmith, Anderson found a “healing space” with its “crazy calmness.” With limited paparazzi on the island, she feels protected. She lives alone with her five dogs.

“I live a more romantic life now that I’m alone than I did in relationships,” Anderson said of the home she made in her grandparent’s old farmhouse.

The humanitarian runs through the waves on the beach adjoined to her property year-round. When not working, she keeps busy in the 15,000-square-foot vegetable and rose garden and has taken up pottery. “I’m very crafty. I didn’t realize,” she said.

In an interview with People in January 2023, she conceded that she would like to have someone to share her life but that it tended to be a case of her catering to her partner’s needs. After Lee, she wed Kid Rock and married Rick Salomon twice (one of which was annulled).

Her most recent marriage to Dan Hayhurst lasted only a few months and ended in 2021. The “V.I.P.” star has learned that she does not need a man to bring her roses:

“I’ve just planted a hundred rose bushes. I can get them any time I want — and they’re my favorite roses.”

She told Elle in August 2023 that the early morning hours were her favorite time. Anderson spends this time writing a newsletter, though she quipped she does this to distract herself from writing long, rambling emails to her sons.

Just as gardening and writing in the mornings replaced the party lifestyle she enjoyed at the height of her fame, so has her signature beauty look morphed into something else.

Pamela Anderson in the migrant and refugee camp of Grande-Synthe, northern France, on January 25, 2017. | Source: Getty Images

She was known for big blond hair, thin brows, and heavy eye makeup with tiny outfits that were, by her own account, “wild and uninhibited.” Anderson added:

“I don’t know if it was a defense mechanism or what. I just thought, ‘I’m going to have fun.’”

Over the past few years, she has been sporting a more stripped-down beauty look, sometimes looking like she is not wearing makeup. Following the death of her makeup artist, Alexis Vogel, she started taking a new approach. She explained:

“She was the best. And since then, I just felt, without Alexis, it’s just better for me not to wear makeup.”

The star might have turned her back on the signature look, but a new generation of people have rediscovered her Y2K style and #Pamcore trends frequently on TikTok.

The animal lover contends that her beauty update is “freeing, and fun, and a little rebellious too.” When she looks in the mirror, she feels “rooted for.” Pamela Anderson says she is in a good place.

My Best Friend Kicked Me Out of Her Wedding After the Groom Took the Mic and Pointed at Me

When I walked into my best friend Lily’s wedding, I was ready to celebrate her happiest day. But by the end of the night, the groom was accusing me of sabotaging everything, while Lily demanded I leave. It wasn’t until I caught a glimpse of my reflection that I finally understood the chaos I’d caused.

Last weekend, I went to my best friend Lily’s wedding, and it was supposed to be the happiest day of her life. She and I had been inseparable since middle school.

Teens girl laughing | Source: Midjourney

Teens girl laughing | Source: Midjourney

We’d shared every milestone, from first dances to first heartbreaks, and always imagined ourselves in each other’s weddings. We even used to joke about it, sitting on her bed as teenagers and flipping through bridal magazines.

When she asked me to be a bridesmaid, I couldn’t have been more excited. It felt like I’d been waiting for this moment for years.

Lily planned this wedding down to the last detail, and it was clear from the start that she wanted it to be unforgettable.

A woman surrounded by flowers looking at invitations | Source: Midjourney

A woman surrounded by flowers looking at invitations | Source: Midjourney

The venue, a picturesque vineyard nestled in the heart of Napa Valley, was a dream come true. Every detail she showed me through the process was stunning. She’d planned cascading flowers everywhere and string lights twinkling like stars because the theme was garden elegance.

She also wanted floral arches, pastel linens, and personalized champagne bottles at every table for the reception. It was extravagant, but it was so her.

A wedding aisle outdoors | Source: Midjourney

A wedding aisle outdoors | Source: Midjourney

Unlike most brides, though, Lily didn’t want her bridesmaids to wear matching dresses. “I trust you guys,” she said during one of our planning calls. “I want you to pick something that makes you feel amazing. Be bold! I don’t care if it’s sparkly or neon green—just be you.”

I took her words to heart and spent weeks searching for the perfect dress. It had to be something that struck the balance between looking beautiful and not overshadowing her. I scoured boutiques, flipped through endless online catalogs, and even sent Lily pictures of my top choices.

A woman flipping through magazines | Source: Midjourney

A woman flipping through magazines | Source: Midjourney

She gave honest feedback on each one, but when I showed her the yellow dress I liked most, her response was instant: “OMG, yes! That’s gorgeous! You’ll look like Belle from Beauty and the Beast!”

On the day of the wedding, the vineyard looked like something out of a storybook. The ceremony took place outdoors under a flower-covered arch, with the golden sun setting in the background.

A wedding in a vineyard | Source: Midjourney

A wedding in a vineyard | Source: Midjourney

My best friend looked radiant in her custom-made gown, a stunning creation with lace sleeves and a long, flowing train. She practically glowed, and it was impossible not to tear up as she walked down the aisle with her father. She was beautiful, happy, and so in love with Matt.

For a moment, I forgot that he wasn’t exactly the type of man I would’ve chosen for her. We never got along, but she was happy, and in the end, that’s all that mattered.

A bride and groom dancing | Source: Midjourney

A bride and groom dancing | Source: Midjourney

For the reception, we moved into a ballroom. It had high ceilings, glass walls that overlooked the vineyard, and more than enough room for the 300 people in attendance.

The food was incredible, the champagne was endless, and everyone seemed to be having the time of their lives.

Not to brag, but I got a lot of compliments on my dress throughout the night. People called it “stunning” and said the yellow color suited me. Some even joked that I looked like “Belle at the ball,” and honestly, I loved it.

A beautiful woman in a ballroom | Source: Midjourney

A beautiful woman in a ballroom | Source: Midjourney

Even Lily pulled me aside at one point, grinning from ear to ear. “You look amazing!” she said. “I love how confident you are in that dress!”

Her praise meant everything to me. I couldn’t have been happier. For a while, it felt like nothing could ruin the night.

Then came a surprise: a blacklight dance party.

The DJ announced it around 10 p.m., and the crowd erupted with cheers. It was something Lily had planned without telling anyone, a fun, quirky twist to end the evening on a high note.

A DJ using a microphone at a wedding | Source: Midjourney

A DJ using a microphone at a wedding | Source: Midjourney

The lights dimmed, and the room was bathed in UV light. Suddenly, everything neon started to glow, and the dance floor filled with guests laughing at the colors that were highlighted. The music got more lively, and soon, people were dancing happily.

At first, it was great. The energy in the room was contagious, and I loved seeing everyone let loose. But then, I started noticing people staring at me. It wasn’t just quick glances, either. They were staring in shock or giving me side-eyes.

People shocked | Source: Midjourney

People shocked | Source: Midjourney

I frowned and tried to ignore them by dancing some more. Maybe it was the lighting, or maybe people were just tipsy from the open bar.

Then, out of nowhere, the music stopped.

Confused murmurs filled the room as people looked around. I spotted Matt snatching the microphone from the DJ booth, and my eyebrows furrowed.

His voice cut through the silence like a knife. “Look at her,” he said, pointing directly at me. “She came here to ruin my wife’s big day.”

An angry man with a microphone | Source: Midjourney

An angry man with a microphone | Source: Midjourney

I blinked, shocked. What was he talking about?

Lily appeared beside him and, after looking in my direction, her face contorted with anger. “I can’t believe you would do this to me,” she snapped. “After everything!”

“What?” I stammered. “What are you talking about?”

Matt’s tone grew sharper. “You knew exactly what you were doing. Wearing that dress, trying to steal the spotlight. How dare you?”

An angry man pointing | Source: Midjourney

An angry man pointing | Source: Midjourney

I stood there with my arms to the side, not knowing what was going on. The whispers in the crowd grew louder, and I felt the weight of every pair of eyes in the room on me.

This was like a dream I once had where I went to school in my pajamas.

Lily suddenly materialized beside me, her voice like ice. “You need to leave,” she ordered. “Now.”

“Please,” I begged, tears stinging my eyes. “I don’t know what—”

A woman upset | Source: Midjourney

A woman upset | Source: Midjourney

“Stop!” she interrupted. “I don’t want to hear it. Just go.”

As I turned to leave, not knowing how I had offended my best friend, someone in the crowd shouted, “It’s the dress!”

My eyes snapped up, and I caught my reflection in the ballroom windows. My beautiful yellow dress, the one Lily had loved, was glowing bright white under the blacklights. It looked eerily similar to a wedding gown.

A woman shocked looking at her reflection in a window | Source: Midjourney

A woman shocked looking at her reflection in a window | Source: Midjourney

My stomach dropped. “It’s not white!” I shouted, spinning around to face the crowd. “It’s yellow! You all know it’s yellow! You saw me all night!”

But the room stayed silent.

“No!” Matt’s voice boomed through the microphone. “You did this on purpose to stand out! You knew about the blacklights! You planned this! GET OUT!”

I started crying while stumbling toward the exit. Lily’s other bridesmaids, her friends from college, followed me.

Two concerned bridesmaids | Source: Midjourney

Two concerned bridesmaids | Source: Midjourney

Ashley, a kind soul, put a hand on my shoulder. “Cynthia, I know this isn’t your fault, but it’s just… not a good look right now. I think Matt may have been by the bar too long. Maybe you should go home, and you can talk to Lily tomorrow?”

Sarah, a more practical woman, nodded. “It’s an accident, but Matt’s making it worse. We’ll deal with this later.”

A woman in a hallway | Source: Midjourney

A woman in a hallway | Source: Midjourney

With a choked sob, I agreed and stumbled to my car, driving home blinded by tears.

Later that night, I sent Lily a long text. I apologized and explained that I had no idea she had planned blacklights for the party. I also added screenshots of her comments when I sent her pictures of my dress.

She knew it was yellow, not white!

“I’m so sorry,” I wrote. “I never wanted to hurt you or ruin your wedding. Please call me when you can.”

A woman holding a phone with a message | Source: Midjourney

A woman holding a phone with a message | Source: Midjourney

She didn’t. Instead, by morning, I was blocked on all her social media. When I texted Ashley, she only said that Lily had been calling me “selfish” and “attention-seeking” and that she didn’t want me in her life anymore.

A week later, a package arrived at my door. Inside was a single photo of me at the wedding, glowing under the blacklights.

Below, a message was written, “Thanks for the memories.”

A polaroid of a woman with a handwritten message | Source: Midjourney

A polaroid of a woman with a handwritten message | Source: Midjourney

I stared at the picture, feeling my chest tightening. Was this really about the dress? Or had Matt been waiting for an excuse to push me out of Lily’s life? He’d always been cold toward me, even before they got engaged.

Maybe he didn’t like how close Lily and I were. Maybe Lily didn’t like me anymore and wanted an excuse to get rid of me.

What’s worse, I’ll probably never know the real reason for any of this because it’s been a while, and I’m still cut off.

A sad woman | Source: Midjourney

A sad woman | Source: Midjourney

But here’s what I do know: a dress shouldn’t destroy a friendship. Their reaction told me everything I needed to know. After years of loyalty, I deserved better.

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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