Michael Jackson was a riddle,wrapped in amystery, insidean enigma. I don’t think he ever knew who he was, or who he wanted to be. One thing is for sure, he wanted to be white.
This poor child never liked himself. He couldn’t bear getting old. He surrounded himself with young children, mostly males. He lived on the Neverland Ranch. It was a fantasy world,that he created for himself.
This boy/man never looked at himself. He ended up looking like a gargoyle. His nose, his chin, his two failed marriages were setbacks for the king of Pop. He suffered from anorexia. Every move he made was a cry for help to distance himself from who he was.
Bleaching his skin was only a small part of a much bigger unhappy person.