A Rose by any other name...
I may have been unknowingly set up for self-doubt and invisibility the moment my dad decided to name me Shachi. This odd, unfamiliar, unpronounceable, unique name made me stand out when I wanted to blend in. It made me repeat myself louder and louder till it was understood...and then hate myself for giving up, when after the third attempt at it, it was still incorrect. Did I deserve to take up the space and effort it was demanding for it to be said right? I have an early memo