I just sent this to the woman I was named after. Her name: Sanaya Roman. Her occupation? Voice for some fucking spirit guide. Look, I have no problem with the out there spiritual stuff, but she game me a hellish existance as far as my name is concerned. AND IT’S NOT EVEN HER REAL NAME. So I asked…
I don’t know if you will actually read this, but I hope you do. My name is Sanaya Forbes. I am 18 years old, currently a sophomore in college. My dad was very into your books around the time I was born. And since he got to pick the girl name, here I am. Sanaya Raven Forbes. Now they apparently contacted you 18 years ago to let you know that they were naming their daughter after you. You replied “Oh, that’s not my real name. My spirit guide told me to change it to that.”
…what the hell. Do you know how much CRAP I have gone through having this name all my life? Granted, I never meet anyone who has the same name and I feel unique, but I can’t tell you how many people I correct on a daily basis on how to say it. NO, there is no “i” in it. I’m not San-i-ya. Or Sonya. And NO, I am not ethnic, even though I am probably one of the only white girls on this planet to have this name. And I, for one, do not believe in changing my name, no matter how much annoyance it causes me on a daily basis, so I am stuck with it.
Look, I finally decided to look you up because I have to know: what is your actual name? Like the name that your parents originally gave to you? I tell the story about my naming at least once a week and I’d like to know. I think I deserve that much.