I’m 40 years old now, but it’s taken me about 35 years to embrace my eyes…
Being adopted almost added onto the dealing of being weird – different when I was a little girl, people always pointed it out and asked me silly questions about did I see the same in each eye… My brothers called me a witch….
I could be talking to a stranger when suddenly they would interrupt me and say “hey! You’ve got 2 different coloured eyes”! – kinda felt like a freak show at times…
Do I feel different from others? Yes!! And it’s taken me this long to love it!! I feel it’s a blessing and I feel it’s a mark of something precious, mysterious!
I’ve just become a grandmother, and trust me, I watch my grand daughters eyes all the time to see if she has changes! I totally love it!
During 20 years of my life, I met thousands different people, but none of them was like me.
As a child, I always considered myself weird, creepy and a bit of a freak. I felt like I do not belong.
Kids in my school would question me if I see everything in green and brown colours and when I asked if they see the world in blue, they realised how stupid the question was. I think they felt sorry for me.
Then, during my teenage years I was annoyed when every magazine advised what eye shadow a girl should use to match their iris. What if I have more than one colour ha? (and yes, it was a 1st world problem for a 15-year-old me ;)). On every single photograph, the difference in colour was so visible and I hated it. Again, freak.
In my head, I knew somebody up there is having a lot of fun…
Now, I love myself the way I am. People still do not believe me that my eyes are REAL, but I do not care anymore what everyone else think. I am different but I feel good about it. I feel unique.
The norm is boring, heterochromia is much more fun!