13 years ago they were dubbed the most beautiful twins in the world – but wait till you see how they look today! See the 1st comment 👇

Leah Rose and Ava Marie Clements celebrated their 7th birthday in 2017 by creating an Instagram account that exploded overnight with followers who were stunned by their breathtaking beauty.

The California girls – frequently called the “most beautiful twins in the world”, now 14, are internationally recognized child models, with a story as captivating as their angelic looks.

In 2017, Jaqi Clements made a decision to post pictures of her identical twin daughters, Leah and Ava on social media. Initially, the posts were just a way to share their lives with friends and family. However the netizens quickly took notice of their extraordinary beauty, and the account began to gain traction.

The twins’ charm and natural beauty resonated with people, and soon, modeling agencies and brands started reaching out. That simple Instagram page turned into a powerful platform that would redefine their lives.

“Instagram was something that I hadn’t used much before starting an account for the girls,” the mom of three writes in a blog post. “If you would have asked me 6 months ago if 300,000 followers was a lot…I wouldn’t have had a clue.”

Now the twin sisters have almost 3 million followers on Instagram and Facebook, along with high-profile partnerships with brands like Disney, Nike, and Target, cementing their status as top child models.

Criticism

The Clements family faced significant criticism from people who questioned the parents’ decision to allow their twin daughters to pursue modeling at such a young age.

Jaqi firmly defended her choice. She explained that modeling was the twins’ dream, not something imposed on them. She emphasized that she and her husband, Kevin, were not profiting off their daughters but were instead making personal financial sacrifices to support the girls in following their passion.

“I didn’t decide that my girls were going to start modeling, they did. And if the day ever comes that they want to move on to something else, I will 100% support their decision to do that.”, Jaqi writes.

In October 2019, the Clements twins’ Instagram account, which had already gained millions of followers because of their modeling success, became a lifeline for their father.

The Clements family’s lives took an unexpected turn when Kevin, the father of three and head swim coach at a local high school, began feeling what he thought was a mild cold.

Kevin, then 39, was diagnosed with T-cell acute lymphoblastic leukemia/lymphoma.

The twins, determined to help, harnessed the power of social media, oping to find a match among their millions of followers for their dad’s life-saving bone marrow transplant.

“If he gets a transplant, his cancer will go away quicker,” Ava told People in 2019.

Leah added, “People are so sweet to want to help my dad. The more people that get tested the better.”

Thousands of people responded to the twin’s pleas to help their dad, and though Kevin found a match in his brother Chris, the followers who offered their support were added to a national registry to help other patients.

Ava and Leah are now stunning 14-year-olds who continue to model and engage with their ever-growing fan base. The sisters’ journey from local models to international sensations is a testament to their hard work, charm, and the unwavering support of their family.

Balancing their successful modeling careers with family, education, and advocacy, Leah and Ava have proven that they are more than just pretty faces – they are an inspiration to many and as they continue to evolve, the world eagerly awaits what’s next for these remarkable young stars.

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