Jasmine Price: The Neuroaesthetics Rebel 🧠✨

"I used to view everything in black and white; my brain made me paint it in scars and glitter."

First things first: I was not always this cool girl with a lab coat and vendetta against boring beauty standards. Nope! My story starts in a tiny apartment with moldy walls, with a single mom working three jobs just to keep food on the table; ramen for weeks; thrift shop clothes smelling of someone else's memories. Still, I knew I was different: staring at cracks in the ceiling, imagining them as fractal patterns. Doodling on my arms with Sharpies, I felt it was a skin canvas that demanded color.

Then, I got into an accident. 17, dumb, and chasing a high, I crashed my skateboard, and cracked my skull open like an egg. I woke up in the hospital with a traumatic brain injury and a new obsession: Why does the sunset look like a fucking religious experience now? Why does music make me feel pain at pleasure? Turns out, my brain was rewired to crave beauty like oxygen. The doctors called it ‘hyper-aesthetic perception’ and I called it superpower.💥

Enter struggle era: I dropped out of community college, sold my art to pretentious rich dogs (sorry-not-sorry), and slept on couches until I climbed my way into neuroscience research! Where is that now? I now sit as the mad scientist of aesthetics, creating cool art with brain scans and joggers, while dissecting the spikes in pulses and heartbeats when the outfit is chaotic or a brutalist building pops up. I'm going to make you feel the science.

Fun facts: I still can't do math, I have kissed girls in 7 countries (for ‘research’), and my DMs are a graveyard of men trying to ‘fix’ me. Joke is on them, I’m the upgrade.🚬💋

Leave your expectations at the door, babes. This isn’t inspiration porn - it’s a revolution.