Having two identities is difficult. Seriously, Clark Kent, Peter Parker, and Hannah Montana must be so confused as to when they are the real version of themselves. But alas, they do it and do it well.

I, on the other hand, don’t have a telephone booth to change in or a radioactive spider to blame when I feel like climbing walls. Basically, having two identities isn’t cool unless you have super powers.

Almost a year ago I married Matthew Olthoff and if the last name doesn’t clue you in, he’s German. Like the tall, fair skinned, blue-eyed type of German. I love who he is and how his heritage uniquely makes him all that he is. When discussing the legal name change for our marriage license, we both decided bank accounts, passports, bills, and all other boring stuff should change. But for social media, speaking, and personal emails my God-given name would remain the same as the day I popped out of my mother’s womb.

I rationalized it as, Everyone knows me as Bianca Juarez and if I change my name, I’ll be lost in the halls of Women Who Lost Their Identity. Well, maybe not that dramatic, but something along the lines of, If I changed my name, how would people know I’m Hispanic? As if my skin color and hips didn’t give that away upon meeting me! And don’t forget that my official initials would be B.O.!

Whatever.

While I was at a conference two weeks ago, someone asked me my name. I stammered for a second and stuttered, Bianca Olthoff—er, Juarez. There was a pause and then I explained that I am married but still occasionally go by my maiden name, as if names are interchangeable?! I walked away from the conversation feeling duplicitous and embarrassed.

Listen, I get why some women don’t change their name. Really, I get it. They have a business front, a career to manage, or an image to uphold because of years in the public eye. But for me personally, I realized the very foundation I speak upon is that of authentic living. Having a personality and name on the web that is different than how I sign my checks or Christmas cards doesn’t feel right… it doesn’t feel real.

While in Dallas last week, someone told me my new name was branding suicide. As in, how can I sell the cool factor with a name like BIANCA OLTHOFF? I panicked for a second, took a breath, and remembered the truth.Β My identity is not in an ethnicity, culture, or brand. My identity is in Christ.

I’m Bianca F.J. Olthoff. Now if that isn’t the weirdest looking name on the web, I don’t know what is. But it’s mine and I’m owning it!

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