The other day Emily was watching a movie of herself and turned to me and said she hated “that movie.” She told me to turn it off, which I did. Of course I was surprised, since she usually loves to watch movies of herself, so I asked her what was wrong. I knew the answer before she told me.
“I don’t like how my mouth looks.”
She then pointed to my face and said, “Why doesn’t my mouth look like yours? I want it to be like yours.”
And my heart just sunk deep into my chest. I hugged her and told her I loved her and that I thought her mouth was beautiful, but that it was different because of her cleft. She didn’t say anything else, but the next day she was looking at a picture of herself and it came out again. It was a large 8×10 picture that I’d just had taken and it was a close up of her face.
She punched the picture of herself – exactly in the spot where her scars were and said she hated that picture.
I love my child, and I love her face. Everyone who meets Emily adores her. But this problem is larger than me, larger than anyone who knows Emily. I wish I knew an adult with a cleft right now so they could tell me if there is anything I can say to help her love herself as much as we love her.
I’m sure it’s not helping that Emily is as girlie as they come. She adores Barbie. She loves princesses.

How can I convince her she’s gorgeous when she stares at that face all the time? How can any of us live up to that?
The faces in the media, on posters, on t.v., and in Children’s stories are perfect faces. And though none of us are perfect, kids like Emily have a lot more to deal with than I can possibly imagine.
That’s why I’ve decided to seek the help of a child therapist for Emily. I want to make sure that I do everything in my power to let her know that she doesn’t need to be perfect to be beautiful.











