Story #1 - Most likely untrue... While my mother was in labor and sitting in the hospital waiting for her beautiful baby girl to be born (yes she knew I was a girl) she was flipping through a Play Boy magazine (because that's what women in labor did in the late 80's?) - in which Justine Bateman was "interviewed". Supposedly my mother thought that Justine's name was pronounced Justin and hence I was born Justyn. Here's the problem with that story - first of all, Justine's name is not spelled J-U-S-T-Y-N. Secondly, Justine was in the December 1987 issue of Play Boy and I was born November 1st. If anything this story would make good conversation at a party, but there's no way it's true.
Story #2 - Probably the truth... My mother is a strong, beautiful woman. However in high school her nickname was Tank. She claims she named me Justyn because she wanted me to have a strong, sturdy name. She didn't want me to "turn out like her" and have a petite pretty name like Tiffany or Ashley. In her own words "I had no clue you'd turn out to be a valley girl."
Little did she know... I would still acquire nicknames over the years.
Nickname #1 - Bark Bark. Really? I was in 4th grade and new to the school and a group of boys (most of which I ended up dating in High School) decided to call me Bark Bark. Because having a boys name wasn't traumatizing enough to a stick thin, boob-less girl, apparently I looked like a dog. Luckily that nickname didn't stick past Middle School.
Nickname #2- Girl With a Guys Name. Creative. You can thank my 9th grade Biology teacher for this gem - and the title of this post.
Then there were the nicknames from my friends parents...
Justyn Time - Justyn Case - This Justyn
I know that this seems like a completely random rant, but it actually was inspired by my outfit which is a bit BOYISH today... and totally comfy.
Sweater Vest: Forever 21
Shoes (not pictured): Dolce Vita Booties
Happy Thursday before Christmas!