I think it really depends on the name -- having the name Jordan while growing up made me feel inferior. I spent most of my life feeling like it was okay for me to be pushed around. Like I was the butt of every joke. I never fought back -- I learned to walk away from my problems which may not always be the best thing. I hated my name -- the kids used to make fun of me; Call me a boy. And alot of it has still stuck. I still feel like people are making fun of me behind my back.


My grandma shared the belief that names can change a person. My aunt and unlce were spoiled brats, so she decided to change their names. Until my Aunty Jewel was four years old, her name was April, and until my Uncle Kevin was three years old, his name was Keith. But nothing happened. They remained little hellions lol.