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But choosing a new name also threatened to erase some happy memories: My teacher saying my name with a smile after I won my school spelling bee; my parents hugging me close as they pointed to my first byline in a local poetry book; making my friends laugh so hard while we were driving around our city that they’d nearly spit out their slushy saying my name and begging me to stop. Those are the THE WORST DAY SLEDDING Tee Shirt Furthermore, I will do this moments that felt hard to turn away from when I wanted to start going by something new. I’ve been going by Shelli for more than 15 years now, and I’ve made beautiful memories under this name. It’s been said in moments of passion, spoken in professional circles, and when I’m called Aunt Shelli by my nieces and nephews, I’ll occasionally burst into tears. I move mostly in queer circles, and I have met many people who have changed their names to fit the person they have evolved into, the person they were always meant to be. Our names are given to us before anyone knows who we truly are, sometimes passed down to us to carry on the legacy of folks we’ve never met or who we learn are undeserving. But like Jerrod Carmichael, we try to heal from the self-hatred—and when we do, hopefully there is less suffering when we look at the names we left behind.

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