They Say She Looks Like a Boy


Lucille on her first day of second grade and seven months into her battle against the tumor.


Lucille stood in her room, surrounded by a pile of discarded uniform options, her frustration welling into tears.

“I have to wear a skirt,” she said, kicking a pair of uniform shorts across the wood floor.

“But you love shorts,” I said, trying to hand her a comfy looking pair. This was only the second week of school, early September in North Carolina, where we are still broiling in summer heat.

“No,” she said batting my hand away.

By now, I was frustrated too. The minutes were ticking down toward eight o’clock, and she still had to eat breakfast, brush her teeth, and find her shoes. Generally, we aren’t a family known for punctuality. But we make an effort to get the kids to school on time. Anyway, I thought, good parents probably don’t let their kids get tardy marks during the second week of second grade.

“Lucille,” I countered, my voice rising in my own frustration. “We just bought you all these new shorts to wear to school.” And here they were all in the prescribed khaki and navy, piled up on the floor. Lucille attends a public school with a uniform policy, and buying enough pairs of uniform shorts to get through these last weeks of heat had been an end-of-summer-break priority.

“I need a skirt,” Lucille insisted, her enlarged chin jutting out, reminding me to be gentle.


“They say I look like a boy.”

So there it was. And here we were.

“Tell me about it,” I said, cupping her face in my hand, holding the bone that holds the tumor.                                                                  87778AFD-978F-40DB-A31C-30079B72ACEA

It hadn’t happened in second grade yet, but hearing people’s comments about her face was nothing new. Well-intentioned, ill-intentioned, or innocent, the comments came. A chiropractor asked if Lucille had Lion’s disease and suggested we watch the movie Mask.  Two smirking kids at the pool had pointed to Lucille’s face, called her “bigmouth,” and asked what she had swallowed. A tiny child in a public restroom simply asked “What happened to your face?” And on.  So, too, many, many people, who know and love us have said, “She’s still pretty.”

Still. Right. Here we are.

Lucille has a tumor, specifically a central giant cell reparative granuloma. It is lodged in the middle of her lower jaw bone. It is rare. It is aggressive. It is benign. It is not cancer, but it behaves like a cancer in many ways.

What does it look like? Lucille’s surgeon and her oncologist measure in centimeters and speak of facial disfigurement. I think the tumor looks like a ripe apple, wrapped in skin, right at the place where, a year ago, Lucille had a normal chin.

So here Lucille and I were, facing each other in her room on a busy fall morning. Her tumor stood between us and the rest of the day. If she didn’t get dressed now, she’d be late for school, and I’d be late for work. She turned her face to look out the window. In profile, and I could see so clearly how she looked to the rest of the world. Her pretty, disfigured face. Her elongated apple-chin. She looked like a caricature of herself.

Tardy-shmardy. Oh well.

I put my arms around my daughter and walked with her to the bed. We sat down on her purple comforter and talked about the fact that she doesn’t look like everyone else. We talked about body diversity and all the different body shapes Lucille sees at school. We talked about wheel chairs. We talked about skin color. We talked about braces and glasses. We talked about freckles and birthmarks. We talked about hair.

We all have to deal with a lack of acceptance sometimes. We all face naysayers, about the way we look, the choices we make, the clothing we wear. And the list goes on. We face the naysayers, and we cannot let their words have power over us.  I had hoped my daughter would not have to learn this lesson at seven. And I had simply not imagined she would have to learn it while battling a disfiguring disease.  But what I needed to help my daughter understand this morning was not so different from what other parents help their children understand in the face of teasing and bullying.

I held my daughter and let her cry in the safety of my arms. When the tears passed, I explained that she is beautiful and that there will always be people who don’t look like everyone else.

“Lucille, not looking like everyone else will always be okay,” I said. “Sometimes, not looking like everyone else is even a good thing.” I also told her that there are times when we all have to face someone who says something mean. I told her that living with this tumor in her jaw was going to help her learn how to ignore bullies and meanies and be a good friend to other people who look different. I told her she was strong and that I had her back.

Then I helped her pick out a pretty uniform skirt and a pretty purple necklace and a pretty headband. She went to school, late but present, and willing to face the day.


9 thoughts on “They Say She Looks Like a Boy

  1. Tardy shmardy is right. For as difficult as it must be for her to look different, she is secure in many ways and that is thanks to the love and support she gets from her family. Kudos for always putting her feelings first and giving her the ability to express how she feels, and for listening. She may be too little to say it, but I’m sure she appreciates it!


  2. Erin,
    I’m sending my hugs, support and love to you and your family. Yes tumors are a bully battle, the true ‘Blessing’ is that Lucille’s tumor is benign. Amen.

    My 1993 Brain Tumor, Meningioma was benign too, after extensive surgery it was removed from my temple and now it seems to be slowly reforming. So what do I do… Take one day at a time, and like you I keep that positive outlook.

    Continue to reassure your little darling that you do have her back. As do I, in my heart from a distance. We are all given paths to take and some have more obstacles at different times in each of our lives.

    Continue that face of bravery Lucille and next time you visit Michigan or Florida I do hope that we can all visit.

    Hugs and my love to all.
    Love Johan


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