Like a lot of people, it seems, I didn't like my name at all in grade school. I was pretty exclusively called Becky until I put my foot down around 16 and asked to be called Rebecca instead. Becky just never worked for me, and it didn't help that there was always at least one other girl with my name (four by junior high) in my classes. The name I coveted in the fourth grade was Sarah. There were already two other Sarahs but it meant princess and that sounded lovely to me. Becky didn't mean anything and Rebecca means snare. How was that okay?
But once I switched over to my full name it started to sit better in my brain. I found Rebeccas in the Old Testament and at Manderley, instead of just at Sunnybrook Farm and started to admire the strength of my name.
Now I love my name. It still gets shortened sometimes - usually to Becca (you're only allowed to call me Becky if you knew me in person when I was a Becky) but I even spent one summer answering to Reba. It turns out that the only girls name my parents could agree on fits me well.