My Name

If my name were to go to an all white party, it would show up wearing all black. Better yet, a bright red dress that catches everyone’s eye. My name stands out and is as unique as a snowflake in a blistering storm. Embracing my name was not always easy, growing up I considered it a nuisance. I envied all of the simpler names. This was mostly because when teachers would take attendance, it was always my extravagant name that they lingered on. However, I shyly corrected them when they got it wrong, and sat embarrassed as they breezed through the rest of the kids' names. Eventually I grew increasingly annoyed by the mis-pronunciations and let others pronounce my name anyway they pleased. Fortunately, this did not sit well with me either. As time went on I grew out of my shell and had an epiphany. I told myself that my name was something to take pride in, and I should not be ashamed of it, I should be showing it off. When I reminisce on how I used to work so hard to ignore the rare and exclusive name I was blessed with, I become angry with myself. I find it funny how something I used to look down on, is now something I would not trade for anything. After all, with a person as one-of-a-kind as me, it would make sense that my name is as equally incredible and original.