I was born with blue eyes, much like most white babies. But a while after I was born, one iris started to change color. That is, essentially, the beginning of how I became a mutant.

Me, pre-mutation, 1993. You can see the beginning formations of my super powers.

Unfortunately, the only power that I have is extreme clumsiness.

Aside from that, though, having heterochromia (a fancy, scientific way to say two different colored eyes) is pretty cool. I get a lot of compliments on them in my day-to-day life, and I really do feel unique and blessed. There are some cons that come with having heterochromia, though. Here are some of the fun and strange things that I encounter daily:

Fellow "X-Men" fans love me.

The opening scene in the 2011 film, "X-Men: First Class," has a young Charles Xavier hitting up a girl with heterochromia by telling her that her mutation is groovy. The first time I saw this movie, I nearly fell out of my chair in excitement. MY MUTATION WAS BEING REFERENCED IN THE GREATEST MOVIE FRANCHISE OF ALL TIME! Me! Little old me, with my weird eyes! Since the release of that movie, I meet people all the time that refer to that movie when talking about my eyes, and we have an instant nerd connection. I have one friend that makes Charles' speech (British accent and all) every single time I see her. I haven't gotten sick of it, yet.

I remind everyone of Kate Bosworth.

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When "Blue Crush" came out in 2002, Kate Bosworth was an unknown. Since then, she hasn't done much, but her eyes have become famous. Most people can't remember her name, so I get a lot of, "You look like that girl from "Blue Crush!" What's-her-name..." I look nothing like her, but I understand the sentiment, and appreciate it anyways.

I remind everyone of their dog or cat.

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It's really common for cats or dogs of a certain breed to have heterochromia. Many people like to tell me that their friend's cousin's brother-in-law's cleaning lady once had a cat with eyes like mine, and while I'm not really sure what point they're trying to make, I just thank them and move on with my life. People typically mean it as a compliment. When I was in high school, I had a friend who would call me Husky. Like the dog. He meant it as a term of endearment, so I let it slide.

Running errands in well-lit areas proves to be difficult.

If I'm just running to the store to grab milk and it's a poorly-lit store, I'm golden. But the second that I walk into a gas station with incredible lighting and the attendant notices my eyes, I'm doomed. It's hard for me to run in and out of places in a hurry, because people want to have entire conversations with me about my eyes. One time, a gas station attendant was so captivated by them that he held my credit card and receipt hostage while he went on and on about how beautiful they were. As much as I appreciated the compliment, I really had to go, and couldn't until he let go of my card. It was pretty awkward.

Everyone wants to know my tragic back story.

For some reason, everyone associates eye color with actual eyeball functionality. I get so many questions about my medical and familial history a day, sometimes I feel as though I need to give everyone a biology lesson.

Do your parents have it, too? No, though my dad has blue eyes and my mom has hazel.

Do you have any siblings that have it? No, that's not really how mutations usually work.

Can you see better out of one eye? Most people have at least a slight difference in vision in their eyes, so, no. Not significantly.

Are you wearing contacts? I am, but they're not colored. I just happen to also need glasses to see, which is an entirely separate issue from the color of my eyes.

[when I'm wearing glasses]: Are you wearing contacts? I AM WEARING GLASSES. No, I am not wearing contacts underneath them.

Were you in an accident? This is kind of a personal question, but no. I was just born this way. Mutations happen, sometimes.

Do you see brown in one eye and blue in the other? This is probably my favorite question I've ever gotten.

What color did you put down on your driver's license? I wrote blue, not that it really matters.

Can I take a picture of you? If you want to take a picture with me, I would probably say yes. Of me, though? That's getting a little creepy, and I will definitely say no to that. Would you ask someone with really nice hair if you could just take a picture of them? I didn't think so.

I confuse makeup artists.

I distinctly remember a time when I was 13 or 14 and had just started wearing makeup. I had read online that you were supposed to coordinate eye liner color to your eye color, to make the color stand out, and I wasn't sure which color to go with. I went into a Sephora and asked someone what color would be best for my eyes, and the makeup artist looked at me, started to stutter, and mumbled that either black or brown would be fine. I'm an eye liner anomaly, I guess.

People want to know if I absorbed my twin in the womb.

While I'd consider this pretty personal information if I had absorbed a twin in the womb, some people I meet don't seem to think so. When I was 17, a horror movie called "Unborn" was released, and a large part of the plot was tied to heterochromia. The film revolves around a girl who suddenly develops heterochromia, and finds out it is because she absorbed her twin's fetus in the womb. The year this movie came out, I was asked if I had absorbed my twin in the womb more times than I could count. People didn’t seem to mind or even realize that it was a fictional story they were referencing, and that even if I had, it was a pretty personal question to be asking a stranger. The popularity in this question has definitely died down since the hype of the movie is over, but it still pops up every now and again.

I never go a day without at least one compliment.

This is a really nice perk. Even if I'm having a terrible day where nothing goes right, I can always count on at least one person to brighten my day by complimenting me on my eyes. It's nice to know that I can always at least count on that.

Me and my mutation, modern day.

While there are plenty of weird things that happen to me regularly because of my eye color, I've had a lot of really pleasant experiences, too. It sounds silly, but I never get sick of hearing people compliment me. A lot of people apologize after they say they like my eyes, but there's no need as long as they're nice about it! I used to be pretty self-conscious about my unique mutation, but I've since gotten over it. They're my eyes, and they're here to stay. And they're what make me, well, me!