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