I'm a well read grad student who's bluntly honest about all things, although I try to be most honest about myself.
"'It's such a stupid color. And every time I see myself it reminds me of her.' Of that old Tisarwat, I supposed. 'They don't belong to me.'
'They do,' I said. 'You were born with them that color.' Her mouth trembled and tears filled her eyes. I said,' But whatever other color you choose will be yours, too.' That didn't help hold back her tears. 'One way or another,' I said, 'it'll be all right.'"

*Sobs, sobs, sobs*
So much comfort crying.