Winning an actual lottery is almost impossible. The odds are around one in 14 million. It's hard to say whether the odds for winning the genetic lottery are similar, but some people do end up with pretty cool genetic features thanks to their parents.
People on Reddit shared some pretty unique genetic traits in these two threads: one about the ways they won the genetic lottery, and the other about the ways in which they both won and lost.
The people in the latter thread brought up some very interesting genetic features. Turns out, some people really are God's favorites, and for others, he really said: "You have to respect the balance."
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I'm a guy that understands most (not all) of women's health problems just as well as they do, from a first-hand perspective. My genetic lotto winning was a body that can't figure out if it's supposed to be male or female.
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As a doctor once told me: a 'striking' case of Klinefelter's Syndrome. Male skeleton, male genitalia, female soft tissue (complete with F breasts). I started out fully male, and when I was in my mid-twenties, due to changes in hormonal levels, testicles atrophied. No kids for me, unless they can create s***m using stem cells or similar. I was actually s******l over that for a while. I developed both s*x's secondary characteristics during puberty, though it wasn't until mid-twenties I jumped from B to F cup.
In my mid-twenties, my estrogen levels skyrocketed, and my androgen levels plummeted. I now have a cycle that goes somewhere in the 45-60 day range. Originally the Dr thought it was something simple, but I was during the 'bad week' when I had labs drawn, and low and behold, PMS due to hormonal fluctuations. An ultrasound, two MRI's, and a cat scan later, and I found out I have an undeveloped prostate that reacts to hormonal fluctuation. The Dr asked me if he could write a paper about it, and I asked him not to. I have nothing to flush, but my insides decide it's party time for a week. I have yet to meet another guy that has 'a cycle'. Only upside is, I have nothing to flush, so no need of red boxers.
I ended up 'hyper-intelligent' as a kid; with a clinically tested IQ of 187 at 10yo. Inability to 'fit in' led to d***s, which burned out a lot of my intelligence, so now I'm just above average. Kids, don't do methamphetamines, no matter how much they make the pain of existing go away.
I still identify as male, however I get accidentally referred to as "ma'am" fairly often. Most recent was during my university transfer, in the immunities clinic. I corrected the nurse. She then wrote out 'what do I put for your gender' on a post-it, so she wouldn't have to ask out loud.
As a guy, I've actually said I'd never do a bra, but let me tell you... big-breasted women are NOT kidding about anything above a slow walk, stairs, speed bumps, and anything else that bounces hurting. I'm breaking down when school refund comes in and finally getting support (thanks to /r/ABraThatFits).
If I could trade my body in for a 'standard model', I'd do it in a heartbeat. I refuse surgery or hormonal therapy to correct my issues; wish I hadn't before, as it'd have saved my 'boys'. At this point though, I kinda-sorta consider myself my own lab experiment. I've gotten used to the under-the-breath-comments, snickers, downright staring, obvious questions from kids (my answer is 'boy), suggestions to k**l myself, don't get me started on christians, and all the other fun things it is to be me, so really don't care anymore.
This is my 'can't catch me' name, and it feels good to finally air my problems. Third time in a month I've talked about it on here. Until now, it's been between me and my Dr, or one friend.
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TLDR: I'm a dude that has chick problems, all because of a horrible genetic lotto winning.
I never went through the "squeaking" phase as a teenager. One day when I was 12 or 13, I talked like a little kid, the next day, James Earl Jones Jr. Scared the hell out of my dad when it happened.
One day a "guy" walked into my house and headed down the hall. It was my son. Yesterday he was a boy and today he's some guy!
Good spit, apparently.
Went to the dentist earlier this year and she asked me how often I flossed. I never lie to medical professionals - they're only trying to help you - so I said 'honestly, probably a couple times a year.' She replied with 'I guess you must have good spit!'
Cue me being confused as all hell. 'WTF?'
'Some people just have high-quality spit, and it keeps their mouth really clean.'
I've got a bunch of random things wrong with me, so being told I have Grade A spit was...IDK, I felt like 'about d**n time'.
I was raised with bad oral hygiene. I don't recall even having a toothbrush as a kid. Eventually I figured it all out for myself, but still struggle with brushing and flossing. Even so, I didn't get a cavity until my 40s and it was in a wisdom tooth. I had the doctor fill it and he said he'd never filled a wisdom tooth before.
I have struck the perfect race balance where I'm not dark enough to be actively discriminated against, but that I do constantly look like I have a tan, despite never going outside by choice.
I am 1/4 Japanese, 1/4 Irish, 1/4 Italian and 1/4 Mexican. I have a small p***s, an alcohol problem, a tendency towards anger and I love spicy food.
Win-win for stereotypes if you ask me.
My hearing is so good my brain can't keep up with it. I regularly shock people by overhearing what they're saying from extreme distances, but as a result of picking up every piece of ambient noise I often find it difficult to understand what the person in front of me is saying.
This sounds like bs, especially when you look at my profile picture, but I have these muscles in my ears that allow me to slightly turn them - like a lot of people can move their ears, but mine kind of move backwards, like a cat. Whenever there’s loud, unexpected noises, they automatically “perk up” so to speak. Like a deer. My doctor says it’s because I’m hypermobile. My son says it’s because I’m the unevolved missing link between humans and hippos.
Third n****e, different sized pupils, immunity to poison ivy and mosquitoes, godly liver.
Really it's more like a genetic rummage bin.
I had "immunity " to a lot of things until I didn't. I used to walk through poison ivy and oak (not on purpose) Close to 50 I was gardening and didn't spot the small amount of poison Ivy and i got it bad. I developed a tree nut allergy in my 30s. Body chemistry changes. Things that bothered my skin as a teen don't. My now mild acne doesn't flare if I go a day without my special soap. Genetics and and chemistry, like what you feed your body is weird like that.
Virtually invisible arm and leg hair.
I wish. My mom has always had very little body hair and didn't have to shave very often. Guess who got the missing part of her hair gene, plus their own hair gene. I don't have a lot or an excessive amount of visible body hair but it's thick grows quickly. There's been times that after taking my time shaving and enjoying my non-prickly legs, I have gotten out of the shower and it was a little chilly, boom I have stubble. Sucks but I'm used to it. 🤷🏻♀️
I've been lean my whole life- I can eat anything I want and not gain weight. Most of my family on both sides are overweight.
I used to have a very active job but now I just work in an office. I was worried that I would put on weight especially since I'm getting older but I've only gone up 1 pound after being at a desk for a year.
I was like that until my late 30s. It took me more than ten years to rein it in again.
My musical talent landed me my dream life. But I went deaf by my twentys. Thanks Grandpa.
I am a long redheaded(auburn/wavy), tall(6'3"), green eye'd man. I did some modeling and I've always been on the attractive side. I also have Multiple Sclerosis and very bad kidney function. Like borderline failing bad and I am 22. Win some lose some feeling in my foot I guess.
MS is no joke. Take care, OP, and get with your neurologist for disease modifying medication.
I'm a fat, balding, unattractive, ginger, and this thread has depressed me more than you know.
No acne problem. Even as a teen, I might have had a noticeable pimple once or twice. Other than that, smooth as a baby's bottom.
I was lucky enough to have the same. I always felt bad for friends that had to deal with acne. Good skin and good teeth are really the only thing I lucked out on though. The rest of my body is a mess. 😄
I look younger than I am (still get ID'd despite being in my 30's), and don't need to shave as often as most other men... basically I'm a baby faced assassin.
But I've ankylosing spondylitis, crohn's disease, osteoporosis, recurring uveitis, am losing my hair, and am all of 5ft tall because my back is collapsing (I was never tall to begin with, 5'5" peak height).
Everyone in my family looks younger than they are. My coworkers wouldn't believe me when I told them I'm 50. It's cool now, but it was annoying when I was a young adult and people thought I was a kid.
5-7, 200+ lbs., s**t eyesight, asthma, Dad died of heart, has cancer in his family, Mom beat cancer but died of ALS, but boy do I have a good sense of humor.
My voice.
I'm a short bloke who can't grow a beard to save my life, but g*****n if I don't have a great radio voice
I am considered to have gorgeous eyes, they are my best feature. However, I have absolutely terrible vision; near/far sighted with astigmatism. I cannot recognize my own mother from five feet away.
All four wisdom teeth are there without need of extraction.
I have mine; they crowd my other teeth. They also occasionally swell my gums a little but then they return to normal.
If I was an animal I'd be fooked, but since I won the lottery to be a human:
Lack of gag reflex. Can down just about any alcohol, entertain drunk people at parties by sticking my fingers down my throat, and I imagine if I was a female/homosexual-male, it'd have....other benefits.
I have this, I was born with only one oesophageal sphincter (lower one is missing) It came with a hiatus hernia and GERD, there's no warning retch either, but I can thread strawberry laces down my throat and pull them back out too.
I still have a full head of hair - thanks Grandad.
But it's white. Thanks grandad.
My colleague told me a story about growing up in Burundi and his mother having sickle cell anaemia.
I tried to be sympathetic, but he said it was not viewed as completely terrible as it made her immune to the Malaria epidemic that was going on at the time.
I can read the bottom line on the eye test.
Having no allergies.
I'm late for the party - but I have a rare genetic illness, and 2/3 of the people that have it are mentally or physically disabled.
I have all the minor symptoms, such as very bad sight, weak bones, small upper jaw and other small stuff... But you can't tell I have this illness unless you take a very close look to my skin (white patches here and there).
But all the major symptoms involving mental and physical disabilities? None. My brain is f*****g brilliant. It got me quite far in life until now. I think uber quickly. My muscles are great, my body is in good shape, I run, swim, do yoga on a regular basis and it doesn't hurt (until now).
It's f*****g scary. I remember reading these lists of major symptoms and it just felt like I won a really weird, unfair lottery compared to others with the same illness.
The main s****y side of this illness is that, if I want a kid, there's chances that he might get this disability, but seriously this time.
TL;DR : I won some f*****g weird genetic lottery and should have been disabled, instead of that I'm quite intelligent. Life, eh.
I never get sick. *Ever*.
My natural cholesterol is so high, you could spread my blood on toast.
If you never get sick, then it might not be because you are super healthy, but because you rarely interact with people who are likely to spread disease (e.g., little kids) or go to places where diseases are easily spread (e.g., public transport, crowded places). I also never got sick until my kids went to daycare a couple of days a week.
Virtually invisible leg, arm, armpit, and any other body hair.
As an Italian girl this is unheard of.
Blonde hair, red beard. Thanks vikings.
My brother's red hair (it was orange really and then turned strawberry blonde) has faded to almost blonde as he's gotten older. But his beard still grows in red.
Having nice breasts but being a man.
I don't need a fake nose if I want to dress up as a troll.
Edit: F**k this gay earth, I got gold and a bunch of upvotes for confessing my nose is big.
No history of cancer in my immediate family.
I'm 6'4" and not lanky.
I have 20-20 vision.
Being tall. im asian 5'-9". thats like a white person being 6-5.
I'm the only person in my family with perfect eyesight, but I'm also the only person who doesn't have a sense of smell.
If you literally have no sense of smell, and if you haven't already, get visual smoke detectors.
Lose (working on how I feel about myself)? Everything about me is tiny. Puberty grazed me, then left the building. Often get mistaken for a child.
Win? I rarely get ill, and when I do, its never horrible. My immune system seems rather decent.
Perky, average sized breasts. They look great and I will never have the back issues that go along with big b***s. F**k yes.
My wife got breast reduction, and what a struggle it was to convince the insurance company overlords that it was medical, not cosmetic.
I do not grow armpit hair. I am a girl.
I'm very healthy with no genetic disorders or diseases, but look wise i ain't doing so well.
Be grateful for what you have. The opposite would be horrible in comparison.
Two kids, zero stretch marks.
No kids that I birthed myself (he's adopted), stretch marks everywhere! 😄
The s***tiest one ever.
There's this muscle in your ear that's designed to protect you from sudden, jarring noises. In general, it's involuntary, and most people will never know when it triggers. But I have voluntary control over it. So when I concentrate, I can create a gentle hum that only I can hear.
For the first fifteen years of my life, I kept expecting to get Jedi powers. Then I finally asked my doctor, and he asked around for me until he had an answer.
I HAVE LONG EYE LASHES I'm a guy.
Great skin, all I do is rinse with water and moisturise if I remember. I never wear foundation, which shocks other girls. Just a bit of bronzer and blush for colour when I'm going out. My parents look really young for their age too, so hopefully that comes with it too!
I come from good genes too, but once I started getting up there in age (maybe around 30 or so) I just kept getting drier and drier. All I ever did was wash my face and moisturize. Now I need a moisturizing cleanser, I exfoliate, and I use a face oil to lock in everything in my moisturizer. It will change.
I practically never vomit: I think maybe once in the past twenty years, and even then it was barely a vomit at all. No matter how rough I feel, I can always prevent myself from throwing up.
The flipside is that I also never burp, which means all that gas has to go somewhere. The result? I have some *fearsome* toots.
My dad and both his sisters are unable to burp. He tries but no sound comes out. His farts are legendary though. My mom on the other hand passed down the ability for my brother to burp the entire alphabet. 🤣
I have a natural hour glass figure and can lose weight really easily, from all the right areas, when I actually try.
I got my mom's side of the family big b***s, but small everything else (My sister, my mom and all her sisters, all wear men size shoes...). I got my dad's thick hair, rather than my mom's balding. I did not inherit my father's jowls, but I did get my mom's facial hair. >:(.
What I think: My height. Being 6'3 is awesome, just tall enough to be considered tall, not too tall that I look even lankier than I already am.
What others always say: I have a baby face, everyone always assumes I'm like 14 or 15, and I'm 22. Still have yet to reap the benefits of this.
I'm also about that height. When I was 15, everyone assumed I was 22. There were benefits.
No cluster headaches. Even though they only affect 0.1 percent of the population. After reading up on them and how s****y they can be I'm gonna go ahead and consider that a great victory.
I have headaches or migraines almost every day, the thought of no headaches is AMAZING
I have a crazy massive alcohol tolerance. This has done me wonders in college. F**K YEAH SHOTS.
Well I may be short, have poor eyesight, balding at 19 and skinny...but I never have a hangover!
This could very well change with age. I got my first hangover at 28, it was horrible. Now I drink a pint of water/diluting juice before bed and that stops them.
I am 6'-3" with good muscle building genes and a fast metabolism. I get tan easily and don't burn. My teeth are straight without ever having braces. My mom tells me I'm very handsome...
Over my life, I seem to have collected chronic medical conditions, one after the other. Migraine, orthostatic hypotension, fibromyalgia, heart disease, IBS, etc. At this point, I'm nearly positive that my parents shouldn't have reproduced with each other.
I got migraines, anxiety and IBS from my dad and fibromyalgia from my mum, as well as asthma and hay fever from both, and coeliacs from at least one (neither has developed it, mum is likely a carrier, dad won't get gene testing) but I managed not to get the ADHD from mum or ASD from dad, unlike my sister, or TBCK syndrome (degenerative neuro-muscular condition) two of my brothers had. Somehow my third brother inherited none of these things!
Load More Replies...I was born premature, came out dead, was that way for the first four minutes of my life until a bunch of paediatrics got me going. I'm not going to complain about anything as I think a lot of my autistic traits are genetic (the more I find out, the more I remember my mom doing stuff too) nor my dyscalculia/dyspraxia or even the ADD and HD (nowadays just ADHD). Or the neverending allergies, wonky respiration, and crappy eyes. Because born dead. Dead for first four minutes. Dead. That I'm here at all is enough, even if this little ghost of mine got stuck into a kind of sh!tty malfunctioning Friday-model body. I'm alive, I can whine and whinge but most of all I'm alive.
You were dead for the first four minutes of your life? I'm going to need a moment to parse this...
Load More Replies...Over my life, I seem to have collected chronic medical conditions, one after the other. Migraine, orthostatic hypotension, fibromyalgia, heart disease, IBS, etc. At this point, I'm nearly positive that my parents shouldn't have reproduced with each other.
I got migraines, anxiety and IBS from my dad and fibromyalgia from my mum, as well as asthma and hay fever from both, and coeliacs from at least one (neither has developed it, mum is likely a carrier, dad won't get gene testing) but I managed not to get the ADHD from mum or ASD from dad, unlike my sister, or TBCK syndrome (degenerative neuro-muscular condition) two of my brothers had. Somehow my third brother inherited none of these things!
Load More Replies...I was born premature, came out dead, was that way for the first four minutes of my life until a bunch of paediatrics got me going. I'm not going to complain about anything as I think a lot of my autistic traits are genetic (the more I find out, the more I remember my mom doing stuff too) nor my dyscalculia/dyspraxia or even the ADD and HD (nowadays just ADHD). Or the neverending allergies, wonky respiration, and crappy eyes. Because born dead. Dead for first four minutes. Dead. That I'm here at all is enough, even if this little ghost of mine got stuck into a kind of sh!tty malfunctioning Friday-model body. I'm alive, I can whine and whinge but most of all I'm alive.
You were dead for the first four minutes of your life? I'm going to need a moment to parse this...
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