MJJ'slilgrl
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About a week, ago, my nine-year-old sister and I were watching Michael's "Private Home Movies" on YouTube (which totally needs to be released on DVD), and when it was over, she saw "The Making of Thriller" in the thumbnails, so she asked to watch it.
Soon after it started, she turned to me, curiosity written all over her face.
"Why is his skin... different?" Now, she's been a fan of MJ since before she was born; when my mum was pregnant, and I would play his music, she would kick to the beat. Only would do it to Michael, as well; it was funny seeing my mum's stomach move to the beat of "Thriller."
When she was younger, she asked why Michael sometimes looked different, and I told her he had a skin disease, but she must have forgotten, so I told her again.
"He had vitiligo, which is a skin disease that makes the skin lose all pigmentation, all colour. That's why he looked pale as he got older."
"Do we have that?" she asked, looking down at her hands.
"No, we're just white," I then proceeded to show her some pictures of Michael's vitiligo.
"I don't want to look at them any more; they make me sad. Poor Michael." I told her that it was okay; it didn't hurt him, and we continued watching the video.
That's my little story; I thought everyone here might enjoy reading it.
Soon after it started, she turned to me, curiosity written all over her face.
"Why is his skin... different?" Now, she's been a fan of MJ since before she was born; when my mum was pregnant, and I would play his music, she would kick to the beat. Only would do it to Michael, as well; it was funny seeing my mum's stomach move to the beat of "Thriller."
When she was younger, she asked why Michael sometimes looked different, and I told her he had a skin disease, but she must have forgotten, so I told her again.
"He had vitiligo, which is a skin disease that makes the skin lose all pigmentation, all colour. That's why he looked pale as he got older."
"Do we have that?" she asked, looking down at her hands.
"No, we're just white," I then proceeded to show her some pictures of Michael's vitiligo.
"I don't want to look at them any more; they make me sad. Poor Michael." I told her that it was okay; it didn't hurt him, and we continued watching the video.
That's my little story; I thought everyone here might enjoy reading it.