“it is something who defines me forever, just like my tattoos but even more unique”

When I was a child my grandma used to tell me that her mother’s eyes had two different colours, just like mine. I thought it was cool, it made me feel so proud and special.
Heterochromia was never a problem to me and I don’t understand people thinking it is.
Technically, my eyes have a different quantity of melamine, but to me, Heterochromia is more than that.
It is my great-grandmother’s gift and it is something who defines me forever, just like my tattoos but even more unique.

“I am so thankful of my heterochromatic eyes. I speak, love and smile with them. They have become my distinctive beauty and strength in self belief.”

“While the kids were just curious, it sometimes made me feel like an animal in a zoo”

I love my eyes! Although, when I was younger I quickly became self conscious of the attention I would receive as a result of my eyes. I have memories from when I was at school of kids surrounding me to try get a better look at my eyes. While the kids were just curious, it sometimes made me feel like an animal in a zoo or something! The comments I receive about my eyes are always positive, and always have been. Generally people find them interesting and want to know how my eyes came to be that way. I remember one boy from school never believed me when I said my eyes were natural, and was convinced that I wore contact lenses. It became a bit of a game trying to convince him otherwise! I am lucky that my eyes never resulted in me been bullied or anything like that

 

“Blessed are those who see beauty in imperfection, for you teach the world to see through different eyes”

Back when I was young people would ask me why my eyes were the way they are.
I just responded that I had two souls, or that I had eaten my twin when I was in the womb, or that on my planet this was very normal.

Blessed are those who see beauty in imperfection, for you teach the world to see through different eyes. -Jamiro Oort 2017

“I don’t really get it why people even care about things like that, the color of your eyes, skin or hair shouldn’t matter because what really matters is your heart and personality”

When I was little kids used to bully me every day just because I was different, like pulling my hair, pushing me and calling me, for example, “alien”. I don’t really get it why people even care about things like that, the color of your eyes, skin or hair shouldn’t matter because what really matters is your heart and personality. I remember I was really upset everytime I had to go to the kindergarten and later to school because I’ve always had a feeling that I don’t belong here, that there is something wrong with me, that’s how kids treated me after all. I really hated my eyes because people couldn’t accept them and I didn’t have any friends for a long time because of some of them telling everyone that I must be weird or something. One day I met a boy who told me that he really liked my eyes, I remember how surprised I was, I even thought it’s some kind of a joke again. He became my best friend for a long time and he showed me a new point of view on the world. The older I was the fewer people were trying to bully me for being different, now they tell me that they are jealous and would do everything to have eyes like that too. I still don’t fully accept them but I’m learning how to love myself, I think this is one of the most important things in life.