You can't change the way you were made. And even if you could, it wouldn't be down to you. It is your genes. It's all in your genes, your DNA. Asking someone to ghange how they are is like asking a rock to vhange colour-it can't be done. Simple as that. You don't blame a rock for being rock-coloured, do you? You don't say-come on now rock, you can be bright blue if you try. No, you are what you are and ther's nothing you can do about it. I mean, take Aunty Jean, for example. It's not her fault he's a blow-haired, bow-legged dragon-lady. She can't help it. Of course, that doesn't mean I have to like her, but I can't judge her, either.
In the same way I have no right to judge anything- a fly, a rat, a tapeworm, whatever. You can hardly blame a fly for being a dirty little buzzy thing, can you? That's just what it is, it didn't make a choicce. No one said to it, what do you want to be? A pony? A flower? A nun? Or how about a dirty little fly?
It had no option, just as we have no options,. You get what you're given. Like it or lump it.