A student borrowed one of my books today—something I’d read in high school—and found this bookmark tucked inside its pages. My mom inscribed the back with a personal note + dated it 5/19/01, my 17th birthday. Over the years, my feelings towards my name have wavered. I can’t deny it, though. It belongs to me. And all defeats do leave me undaunted. 💗 // How does your name fit you??