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.