In all honesty, I have to admit that I hated blending in and getting lost in the sea of Christinas, Sarahs, and Kellys. It just didn't seem the same when I introduced myself as "Jamie like a Jingle" rather than "Nayoung like a Nail clipper" (in an icebreaker). I miss my old name, and I miss how I was the only Nayoung that anyone ever knew.
I am slowly learning to embrace my uniqueness, and not being ashamed of it. It's a constant struggle, but I am finally accepting and loving myself in God's image, even though that might mean that I'm different from the crowd. And ya'll know how I always condemn myself for being such a people-pleaser.. :P
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they messed up your last name?!?!?!