American musician and icon Michael Jackson, who passed away in 2009 and altered pop culture history, was renowned for altering his looks. He had a strong interest in cosmetic surgery.
He allegedly received at least a dozen plastic procedures to alter the appearance of his lips, cheekbones, chin, and eye incisions, according to several surgeons. Although he hardly ever appeared in public without a mask in the last two years of his life, many people thought that plastic surgery had damaged his nose.
Jackson himself refuted claims that he underwent cosmetic surgery. He undoubtedly underwent surgery after suffering a nasal fracture. He allegedly transformed his look as a result of a skin condition. The musician’s younger sister Janet Jackson appears to have taken over as his replacement at this time. Fans were shocked to see her at the «Bal de la Rose» event after a long absence. First off, Janet doesn’t appear to be 56 years old. Perhaps the cause is not just genetics, but also the facelift of a seasoned expert.
Second, Jackson’s nose is considerably smaller than it was previously, and the incision around his eye has changed somewhat. Her skin tone has also lightened. But it could only be a carefully designed foundation. In any event, she resembles her deceased sibling in a startling way, according to online users.
Although Janet Jackson was not drawn to the entertainment industry as a youngster, she was forced to pursue it since her father made all of the decisions. She made her stage debut at the age of seven in Las Vegas alongside her siblings and went on to feature in various TV shows. She issued 11 albums, the most recent of which, Unbreakable, came out in 2015. She wed musician James DeBarge when she was 18 years old, but the couple eventually divorced. After her third husband, a millionaire, gave birth to her kid and her second husband, a singer and dancer, divorced her in 2017, Janet was once more alone.
By the way, both during and after the birth of her son, Janet Jackson put on too much weight. She did, however, reduce 50 kg, and now her weight is back to normal.
She had plainly undergone plastic surgery in addition to other alterations. The important point is that Janet does not enjoy it as much as her well-known brother.
I’m a mom to a 9-year-old boy, and let me tell you, the mess in his room has been driving me up the wall!
The chaos in my son, Leo’s, room was legendary. Toys lay strewn across the floor like fallen leaves, clothes were draped over every available surface, and a mountain of dirty laundry threatened to engulf his bed. I’d nagged, I’d pleaded, I’d even resorted to threats, but nothing seemed to penetrate the fog of his youthful disorganization.
Then, my in-laws arrived for a barbecue. As the aroma of grilling burgers filled the air, I vented my frustrations to my mother-in-law, lamenting the eternal struggle against the tyranny of childhood clutter.
She listened patiently, a twinkle in her eye. “Oh, don’t worry, dear,” she said, “I’ll get him to clean it up.”
I raised an eyebrow, skeptical. “How, exactly?”
She simply smiled, a mischievous glint in her eyes. “You’ll see.”
And see, I did. My mother-in-law, with the grace of a seasoned magician, approached Leo, who was currently engrossed in a video game. She whispered something in his ear, her voice a low, conspiratorial murmur.
Leo, initially resistant, suddenly sprang to his feet, a look of excitement replacing his usual indifference. He bolted upstairs, a whirlwind of energy, leaving a trail of discarded toys in his wake.
Within an hour, a miracle had occurred. Leo’s room was transformed. Toys were neatly tucked away in bins, clothes were folded and placed in drawers, and the mountain of laundry had miraculously vanished. Even the dreaded “Lego death trap” lurking under the bed was miraculously cleared.
Astonished, I turned to my mother-in-law. “What did you say to him?” I demanded, my curiosity piqued.
She chuckled, her eyes twinkling. “Oh, I simply told him I had hidden a hundred dollars somewhere in his room. He had to find it before he could have any dessert.”
My jaw dropped. “You bribed him?”
“Of course,” she replied, “A little incentive never hurt anyone.”
And there it was. The secret to conquering the chaos of childhood: a little bit of bribery and a whole lot of grandma magic.
From that day on, I adopted my mother-in-law’s strategy. A misplaced toy? “I hear the tooth fairy is looking for a hiding spot for some extra special coins…” A forgotten chore? “I wonder where I put those extra movie tickets I was saving for you…”
Leo, initially skeptical, quickly learned the game. He became a cleaning machine, his room miraculously transforming into a haven of order and cleanliness whenever the “treasure hunt” was announced.
And while some might argue that bribery is not the most ethical parenting technique, I couldn’t help but admire my mother-in-law’s ingenuity. After all, in the battle against childhood clutter, a little bit of strategic maneuvering never hurt anyone.
Besides, who am I to argue with results? Leo’s room was cleaner than it had ever been, and I was finally enjoying a moment of peace and quiet. And that, I realized, was priceless.
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