Kate Hudson shows off her incredible figure in a series of stylish bikinis as she shares snaps from lavish 'girl's trip' to Europe
The actress, 46, has spent the first part of her summer galivanting on star-studded yachts in Ibiza, Greece and Italy alongside the like of Dakota Johnson, Tom Brady and Sofia Vergara.
She was also joined by her daughter Rani Rose, six, as well as son Bingham, 13, from her previous relationship with Muse frontman Matt Bellamy on the vacation.
In one snap on board the yacht she flaunted her toned abs in a brown bikini and gingham sarong as she posed with her daughter and her stylist pal Sophie Lopez.
Another snap saw her enjoying a sunny lunch in a white bikini and crochet cover up while accessorising with a bandana in her hair.
She was also seen relaxing on a sunbed with Sophie as they both topped up their tans.
Kate also shares son Ryder, 21, with her ex-husband Chris Robinson, who she was married to from 2000 until 2006, before their divorce was finalised in 2007.
Kate and her partner Danny Fujikawa have been engaged for three years after he proposed to her just ahead of their five-year dating anniversary.
The pair had been close friends for many years before meeting through Fujikawa's stepsisters.
Kate previously revealed she finds the 'feeling of failure' the hardest part about walking away from a relationship as she opened up about her past romances.
Appearing on Elizabeth Day's podcast How To Fail, the American actress spoke candidly about how hard she has found it in the past to let go of a relationship as she admitted her therapist told her she had to stop dating men.
The star admitted: 'The hardest part about walking away from relationships is the feeling of failure. One hundred percent.
'So for me, that was the hardest thing, it's letting go of the fact that it feels like a failure, or I couldn't make something work, or I couldn't fix something.
'I think sometimes it's like you're trying to fit a square peg in the round hole and it's just never going to happen.'
Explaining how she has grown to realise that sometimes people are just not meant to be she added: 'Then you realise as it heals, "Oh, this isn't the failure, this was exactly what needed to happen."
'Because if you look back and you're like, "uh oh, what did I do? Why couldn't I do that? Why couldn't I give that person what they needed?" Then you have to do some real reflecting and really go figure out what that is.'
Revealing her therapist advised her to stop dating men for a year prior to meeting Danny, she admitted by the end she 'couldn't care less about who was texting me.'
Kate went a year without men as she explained: 'I took boys out of the equation and had to just go through this process of feeling very uncomfortable with not having any connection to anything that could ignite my dopamine, my flirtatious.'
Using the time she was single to work on herself, she admitted: 'Then it was like I hit something, I hit this core of an issue for myself.
'I had [an] almost like childhood cry and it was like a weight had been lifted off of me and honestly, from that point on, I couldn't care less about who was texting me.
'My life became so happy alone. I felt very connected to what I wanted to do, my daily routine with my kids, my cozy time.
'I didn't care about putting anything on and so when then I went back into the dating world, my relationship to dating completely changed.'
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