I hated my name for a very long time because it was plain and I always felt that I was too unique and different from everyone else to have such a plain name.
My father is the person who chose my name. He named me after someone he was very close to and to be honest I never met her. I couldn’t stand it.
Even when my brother made fun of me, he had to come up with something that made absolutely no sense. He used to call me cereal instead of Sara. It drove me absolutely crazy.
My mother had wanted to name me Jeannie Marie instead of Sara Anne. I liked that name and thought it fit me. I thought it was unique and different just like me.
Somewhere along the way, I grew to appreciate my name. Even though there were many Sara’s everywhere I went, I was different. I was the Sara that was different from all the rest.
To be honest, I don’t think I would change my name. Maybe my last name. But I wouldn’t change my first and middle name.