Originally Posted by
DavidG 
You be honest, from my teens, I saw my broken-ness as a gift. That I was no longer a black and white mirror. Not even, as some people say, shades of grey.
But all colours, including black and white... just like your quilt.
You know... I think I sort of felt this way too, maybe in my early 20's though... not so much in my teens. I looked at it as being unique or different. I was always thought of that way, and I guess I just had to learn to embrace it
Glad that you did too. Yeah, that quilt metaphor was a good one I thought.