Paris Jackson, 18, covers the April issue of Harper’s Bazaar and opens up about her budding modeling career and her late father, pop superstar Michael Jackson.
On being Michael Jackson’s daughter: “All anyone wants to talk about is my father, and it makes me sad.”
On her hopes to use her fame for good: “Plenty of times I’ve thought about not doing anything in the public eye and having my own private life. Then I started seeing how everything in the world is going. And I feel like each year it’s getting worse. I know there are a lot of people who would feel very blessed to be in my position, so I want to use it for important things. I have a couple of ideas. I have a lot of ideas, but I’m still trying to figure out the right way to do it. I mean, I’m 18. I can’t have it all together, but I do have a plan.”
On being her father’s “favorite” child: “I wasn’t around a lot of other girls. When I was a kid, I was with my dad and my two brothers [Prince, 20, and Blanket, 15]. Growing up, I was treated as the favorite because I was the only girl. I was the princess; I was perfect in my dad’s eyes.”
On being home-schooled until she was 12: “The only interactions I’d ever had were with family members or other adults, [so I] didn’t have social skills. I had to force myself to learn so fast. For the past six years, I’ve been learning how to communicate. I think I’ve gotten pretty good at it.”
On always feeling like the “weird kid”: “I always wanted to kind of break off and do my own thing, just ’cause I feel I enjoy independence very much. Once I got introduced into the real world, I was shocked. It blew me away. Not just because it was sexist, but misogynist and racist and cruel. It was scary as hell. And it still is really scary.”
On avoiding online trolls: “There are some days when I still don’t want to deal with any of it. There are some days where I’m like, ‘Nope, I’m not going to go online.’ There are days when I’m too sensitive. Who gives a f–k? You’re on their mind—how is that a bad thing? Doesn’t matter if they’re saying good or bad things about you. They’re thinking about you enough to write about you. You just can’t care. I used to [care]. Then it gets to a point where, you know what, it’s going to happen. Not everybody is going to be happy with what you do. If you’re not happy with what you’re doing, that’s a problem. If you’re happy, who gives a f–k?”
For more from Paris, go to Harper’s Bazaar…