Elizabeth

Elizabeth. My name is who I am; part of my identity. My mom’s middle name was Elizabeth and my middle name was her last name, King. I am proud to be named after my mom because she is a strong and independent woman and I would love to be like her one day.

People always ask me what I like to be called. “Liz? Lizzie? Eliza? Beth?” but none of these are my name. I have many nicknames and I don’t mind if people call me a short version of Elizabeth, but I will always know myself as Elizabeth and only Elizabeth. Growing up I was always teased because of my initials, E.T. Kids would call me ET and ask me if I ever, “phone home.” At first it bothered me that they would laugh at my name but now I am comfortable with my name and initials and proud of it. I don’t mind if people make fun of me because I know that my name is my name for life and I should be proud to have it.

My name reminds me of pink. It is girly and fun and sums up who I am in a word. It looks pretty, simple, and clean. My name is famous as well, being the name of the Queen of Great Britain and the mother of John the Baptist.

I am proud of my name and all that it represents. It reminds me of the past and is going to take with into the future. I am, Elizabeth.