Like most other cosmetic things, the best thing you can do is have the right parents.
For whatever reason this reminds me of this billboard I pass a whole bunch of times a week. (The billboard also makes me indirectly think of tsar because it’s right next to a Shake Shack).
It’s for a cosmetic/dermatology practice over on the rich side of town. Every month or 2 it changes its model to yet another woman that looks like she could use a good meal, because she’s obviously pissed off at the fact she’s so “beautiful” yet can’t get a bacon cheeseburger that is just so close.
Each time I think “Of course you look ok. You’re 19 years old for Chrissake.”