“The one question that really stuck with me was a boy in my third grade who asked if I was the devil.”

I was born with two blue eyes into a family of people with green or blue eyes. About 3 months after I was born, my mother says she looked down at me and screamed for my dad. My eyes were now green and brown. This puzzled them because while my green eye looked just like my dad’s, brown eyes shouldn’t have been in my gene pool.
Fast forward to growing up, I was always really aware that my eyes were different. I always got people asking me “Do you see differently in each eye? Are you blind in one eye? Are those contacts? Do you see with different tints? How is that even possible?” The one question that really stuck with me was a boy in my third grade who asked if I was the devil. He spread that story around school using my “unnatural” eyes as proof of his story. I had never wanted to be normal until that moment.
By middle school, I was comfortable and proud of being different despite what other people would say. With every mean comment or stare came a person who said my eyes were beautiful. It was during this time that I watched “X-men First Class” which taught me the term heterochromia and gave me a connection that made the x-men some of my favorite comics. They were mutants and so was I.
I decided to research heterochromia iridium and discovered that there were three types, all of which I had. Complete, central, and sectoral. I also found online communities of people like me who could share stories and offer advice.
I only ever met two other people with heterochromia. One worked at the local Chick fil a and would usually give me a free ice cream. The other I met about 2 years ago, my freshman year of high school. She was a lacrosse player for UF and I was attending a lacrosse clinic there. She and I became close and she helped me improve my skills enough to become a starter for my high school team.
Overall, having heterochromia has shaped much of my life. It is a source of jokes, confusion for biology teachers, intrigue, and uniqueness. I may not know why my eyes are like this, but I am grateful for it.