Just wait until she baloons out like her dad (Hubel) and then the camera will loathe her.
She should be damn grateful to her parents for accumulating a modicum of wealth and power.
The hope of sharing the current benefits of this legacy (and of sharing a future inheritance) should keep Chelsea supplied with an adequate supply of pretty-boys.
To remain at least marginally in play, she must merely avoid ballooning beyond a certain point, and whelping a bastard litter of half-siblings by a succession of playboys. But doubtless there are plastic surgeons and abortionists who can assist her in this.
Pray that the money holds up Chelsea... If it ever fails you'll be relegated to playing sweaty little rolls of the genetic roulette wheel with a guy named 'Billy Bob' in the bed of an old pickup truck parked behind the Jiffy-Klean Laundromat.