My name is Nadine. I think it affected my life a lot. I even have a Surname that is a misspelling of a quite unusual Italian surname.
I was born in South America, and I lived in a tiny town were having a weird surname with a French name didn't go unnoticed.
Maybe this made me start feeling like a foreign at a young age.
When I moved to Italy I found myself being an actual foreign, with a foreign name, and an unclear surname. Everything indicated I was different. I had a crazy family story that nobody ever believed, I was the kid sitting alone in the back of the class doodling in a sketchbook and reading Asian language dictionaries.
Basically, anybody liked me, starting from my name.
I don't dislike my name. But it's the name my parents gave me, it is not something I chose, so I used to hate it, because it represented what they expect me to be and what they see me like. So for a really long time people called me by nicknames. My closest friends still never call me by my name, I think they forgot what my true name is.
Anyway I hardly notice the difference, and I have to think about whether that person called me Nadine, Nadi, or by a nickname they chose.
The oddest nicknames they gave me, and also my favorite is Momskii.
I also had a friend that called me mommy. It was weird. Then she changed it with momma. Still kind of weird but better than mommy hah.
Anyway I never met another Nadine, I believe that the day I will, will be a great shock for me.