10/06/2026
There are some days when I don’t think about my cleft at all.
And then there are days when I catch my reflection, see my scars, notice my speech, or struggle with the lasting effects of surgeries, and I’m reminded that having a cleft isn’t something that ended in childhood.
People often see the repaired smile and assume the journey is over.
What they don’t see are the appointments, the insecurities, the challenges with eating, breathing, hearing, dental issues, or the emotional impact that can stay with us into adulthood.
Being born with a cleft has shaped who I am in many ways. Some difficult. Some incredibly positive.
My scars tell a story of strength, resilience, and survival.
And while I wouldn’t wish some of the struggles on anyone, I’m learning that I don’t need to hide the parts of me that make me different.
To anyone else living with a cleft: your story matters, your feelings are valid, and you are so much more than your scar. 💚