Malia Obama was all smiles during a sunny lunch date in Los Angeles, and her companion definitely caught attention. The 26-year-old was seen leaving a restaurant with Greek journalist and photographer Achilleas Ambatzidis.
Malia, the oldest daughter of Barack and Michelle Obama, was happily chatting with Achilleas, who looks a lot like Hollywood actor Penn Badgley from Gossip Girl, thanks to his beard and dark, floppy hair.
It’s unclear what the relationship between them is, but since moving to LA and starting her career in film, Malia has made a lot of new connections.
She graduated from Harvard University and then turned her attention to working in the entertainment industry.
Achilleas also lives in Los Angeles, but his Instagram shows that he often visits his home country
He co-created Chuck Magazine, which is sold in both Los Angeles and New York.
Malia was previously linked to music producer Dawit Eklund, and before that, she dated her Harvard classmate Rory Farquharson.
Her mom, Michelle Obama, has talked about Malia and her sister’s dating lives during an interview on Good Morning America.
“They’re doing great,” Michelle said at the time. “I’m proud of them. They grew up under a really tough spotlight for eight years and turned out to be good, kind, and normal young women who want to make a difference in the world. Plus, they are best friends. I couldn’t ask for anything more.”
She also understands that Malia and her sister Sasha want to enjoy dating and have fun with it.
“I think it’s great,” Michelle said. “I want them to figure out what they want and who they are in a relationship, and that means dating different people.”
When asked how Barack feels about them having boyfriends, she admitted he’s “handling it well,” and added: “They were 24 and 21 at the time. They went to prom, had high school experiences, and lived life. He’s learned how to be a protective dad without going overboard.”
They’re proud of both of their daughters and the future they’re building, especially since they’ve stayed away from politics.
At a big fundraiser for President Joe Biden in Los Angeles, someone asked the former President if his daughters would follow his path. Here’s what he said:
“That’s a question I don’t even need to answer because Michelle made sure early on to tell them that going into politics is a crazy idea. It’s never going to happen.”
My granddaughter was constantly mocked by her classmates because of her braces.
The sun streamed through the kitchen window, illuminating dust motes dancing in the air. I sat at the table, sipping my tea, when the doorbell chimed. A wave of excitement washed over me. It was Lizzie, my granddaughter, a whirlwind of energy and sunshine.
But today, her smile seemed a little forced, her eyes downcast. “Hi Grandma,” she mumbled, her voice barely a whisper.
My heart sank. I knew something was wrong. Lizzie, usually a chatterbox, was unusually quiet. “What’s wrong, sweetheart?” I asked, pulling her onto my lap.
She shrugged, her shoulders drooping. “Nothing.”
“Come on, darling,” I coaxed. “You can tell me anything.”
After a long pause, she finally admitted, “The kids at school are teasing me again.”
My blood ran cold. “Teasing you about what?”
Lizzie looked down at her feet, her voice barely audible. “My braces… and now my glasses.”
My heart ached. I remembered the cruel taunts I had endured as a child, the feeling of being different, of not fitting in. I couldn’t bear to see my granddaughter go through the same thing.
“Lizzie,” I said, my voice firm, “those kids are just mean. They’re jealous. You are beautiful, inside and out, with or without braces or glasses.”
She looked at me doubtfully. “But everyone else is wearing contacts.”
A mischievous glint entered my eye. “Really? Well, then I guess I need to get some contacts too!”
Lizzie’s eyes widened. “But Grandma, you don’t need glasses!”
I chuckled. “Oh, but I do, darling. I’ve been needing glasses for a while now, but I’ve been too stubborn to admit it.”
And with that, I went to my room and emerged a few minutes later, sporting a pair of stylish, oversized glasses. Lizzie stared at me, her mouth agape.
“Grandma!” she exclaimed, her eyes sparkling. “We look like twins!”
She threw her arms around me, hugging me tightly. “Thank you, Grandma,” she whispered, her voice choked with emotion. “You’re the best grandma ever. I love you!”
My heart melted. I had never expected this reaction. I had simply wanted to comfort her, to show her that she wasn’t alone. But seeing her smile, her eyes shining with admiration, filled me with a joy I hadn’t felt in years.
From that day on, Lizzie embraced her glasses. She even started experimenting with different frames, choosing colors and styles that expressed her individuality. The teasing continued, of course, but it no longer had the power to dim her light.
And I, her unlikely accomplice, watched with pride as she blossomed into a confident, beautiful young woman, her glasses becoming a part of her unique identity. I had learned a valuable lesson that day: sometimes, the best way to combat negativity is with a little bit of humor and a whole lot of love.
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