I tried hard to see a likeness between the pre-surgery Michael Jackson and Omer Bhatti. I realize genetics are such, children can resemble any parent, but I just don’t see any likeness between Omer Bhatti and Michael Jackson, even when I squint. He did, though, have a facial resemblance to a lot of young children close to Mr. Jackson. When I finally found photos of Riz Bhatti and compared Omer with Riz, as well as Pia, I did see the likeness there. Unless I see the DNA test results, I’m guessing a hip-hop artist with a promising career who was awfully close to Michael Jackson as a youth stands to gain quite a bit from this.

He does, though, bear a close resemblance to Blanket. Just to stir the post a litte more, is Omer Bhatti, perhaps, the sperm donor for Blanket? I personally don’t care who sired those children because as far as I’m concerned, the person who raises a child is the “real” parent. Nor do I actually regard it as anyone’s business. Yet, with all of this flurry about who parented whom, including Mr. Bhatti, I can’t help but be curious to know if that option has been considered.

Shannon and OmerISMJSon, I’m definitely curious to know what stake you have in this, as to be so adamant Omer is the offspring of Mr. Jackson. I do recall the will stating the latter only had three children, living or deceased, and Mr. Bhatti was not named. Did I miss something there?

“Although its blog to be in English I go to write in Portuguese because my English is a little rusted. I wait that he understands.

When I read on Lizzie Miller, I did not find that the magazine was promoting the idea of that to be fat person, limp, with estrias, either something to be considered as “model”, as standard of to be followed beauty. But what the magazine really wanted to show she is that the women who are a little more cheinhas or are of the lean standard, do not have to be felt constrangida, since the important one is to be happy of the skill that you are. To be pretty is to be happy, if to be makes happy you well, then this is to be pretty. In the photo Lizzie Miller it seems to be very happy I obtain same and is this what more “glamour” called the attention the readers of the magazine. For its 20 years of age, Lizzie is with the limp belly, but how many and how many women have for the o world that has the same age of Lizzie and also it has the limp belly? many, because many had had children, or because it has other priorities in the life. The magazine is not promoting the idea of “does not make gymnastics, eats more, is outside of form”, is not this idea, because this is not even nothing good, but is promoting the idea of “either same you, has health, but without if frustar for not following the standard magérrimo of the magazine models”. In its substance in blog you speak here sufficiently in health and that to be as Lizzie he is not something it must be copied because she is not healthful. But anoréxica and to be frustada with the proper body, to suffer alimentary riots or to be always in the effect concertina since it is difficult to be as the lean super models of magazines, also it is not nothing healthful. To promote the false idea of that the women are perfect, when in the truth is not, or when the perfect ones are part of the minority of the population, this also is not healthful. This is not health for body and nor for the mind. Yes, we go taking care of in them, we go to practise exercises, we go feeding in them well, but we go to make this stops feeling in them well and not because the magazines, the television, the media in general says that I have that lean to be pretty. To look at for Lizzie in this photo does not send in them to be accurately as it, but to value what we are and to improve because we want according to and not because I am “abnormal”, that say me to the magazines.”

To sum up my own perspective on the topic, I do uphold my initial post – I find it sad that unfit is the new normal. If you or anyone else has any comments, please feel free to post them

Quando li sobre Lizzie Miller, não achei que a revista estivesse promovendo a ideia de que ser gordo, flácido, com estrias, seja algo a ser considerado como “modelo”, como padrão de beleza a ser seguido. Mas o que a revista quis realmente mostrar é que as mulheres que estão um pouco mais cheinhas ou fora do padrão magra, não devem se sentir constrangida, já que o importante é ser feliz do jeito que você é. Ser bonita é ser feliz, se estar feliz te faz bem, então isso é ser bonita. Na foto Lizzie Miller parece estar muito feliz consigo mesma e é isso o que mais chamou a atenção das leitoras da revista “glamour”. Para seus 20 anos de idade, Lizzie está com a barriga flácida, mas quantas e quantas mulheres há pelo o mundo que tem a mesma idade de Lizzie e também tem a barriga flácida? muitas, porque muitas tiveram filhos, ou porque tem outras prioridades na vida. A revista não está promovendo a ideia de “não faça ginástica, coma mais, fique fora de forma”, não é essa ideia, até porque isso não é nada bom, mas está promovendo a ideia de “seja você mesma, tenha saúde, mas sem se frustar por não seguir o padrão magérrimo das modelos de revista”. Em sua matéria aqui no blog você fala bastante em saúde e que ser como Lizzie não é algo a deve ser copiado porque não é saudável. Mas ser anoréxica e frustada com o próprio corpo, sofrer distúrbios alimentares ou ficar sempre no efeito sanfona já que é difícil ser como as modelos super magras de revistas, também não é nada saudável. Promover a falsa ideia de que as mulheres são perfeitas, quando na verdade não são, ou quando as perfeitas fazem parte da minoria da população, isso também não é saudável. Isso não é saúde para corpo e nem para a mente. Sim, vamos nos cuidar, vamos praticar exercícios, vamos nos alimentar bem, mas vamos fazer isso para nos sentirmos bem e não porque as revistas, a televisão, a mídia em geral diz que eu tenho que magra para ser bonita. Olhar para Lizzie nesta foto não nos remete a sermos exatamente como ela, mas a valorizar o que somos e melhorarmos porque queremos e não porque sou “anormal”, segundo o que as revistas me dizem.