In an era where an artist's Instagram following often outweighs their body of work, I find myself uniquely positioned to discuss the intersection of beauty standards and artistic merit. Born to what I'd call genetically blessed parents (think Tom Selleck meets Heather Graham) I grew up in a world where appearance always mattered, bouncing between California's sun-kissed coast, Scandinavia's gorgeous gene pool, and the glossy sheen of Rodeo Drive. I have always cared about looks and I gently attribute this to my parents.
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