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“Harry Married His Stalker”: People Beg Meghan Markle To Stop Copying Princess Diana

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Meghan Markle has once again found herself at the center of a social media storm. Her latest Harper’s Bazaar photoshoot — part of the magazine’s December 2025/January 2026 Art Issue — drew immediate comparisons to Princess Diana. And this time, the backlash was swift.

A Photoshoot Overshadowed by Comparisons

In her new feature, the 44-year-old Duchess of Sussex sat down with writer Kaitlyn Greenidge for a wide-ranging conversation about marriage, life in the UK, and her transition out of royal duties.

But it wasn’t the interview that grabbed people’s attention. It was one photo in particular: a black-and-white portrait of Meghan sitting barefoot on the floor, legs crossed, gazing directly into the camera.

For many viewers, the image felt eerily familiar. The pose strikingly resembled Princess Diana’s iconic 1991 Vogue portrait, captured by Patrick Demarchelier — also shot in black and white, also barefoot and cross-legged.

Side-by-side images quickly flooded the internet, and within hours, accusations of mimicry followed.

The Internet Reacts: “She Needs to Stop”

Social media erupted with criticism, some of it blunt, some of it harsh.

“Again?! She’s been copying Diana’s looks for years,” one commenter complained.
Another wrote, “She really does need to stop.”

A few reactions were even more extreme, questioning Meghan’s intentions and accusing her of having an unhealthy fascination with her late mother-in-law.

“The juxtaposition between the two is the best part,” one person wrote. “One is the most beloved princess ever… and then there’s Meghan.”
Another declared, “There will never be another Diana.”

Long-Standing Claims of Diana Imitation

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