When I was little (ok, this is going to sound really dorky) and I would practice typing on my mom's computer, I would always type:
My name is Christina.
I was probably about 10 years old and this was before any typing classes in school. But today I think about that and I think about how yes, that is in fact my name. I am she. I am Christina. I'm not Barbara, Kristin, Samantha, or any other name.
Every once in awhile these little things come up in my mind, where maybe I feel threatened by the lies, "You are too much." or "You are not enough." But when it comes down to it, I am Christina and that's ENOUGH! I am me, with all of my quirks. I was made on purpose to be who I am. I was wonderfully made! (Psalm 139)
So I will rest in that truth today. And I hope you can rest in that truth, whatever name you are!