I was in 7th grade. Trying to fit in, I decided that I wanted to be called “Madi” instead of “Mads,” which was what my family called me. At first, “Madi” didn’t catch on. Then, my family moved cities. I was 13. My new peers were more accepting of the name, as this was what I was introduced to them as. I was henceforth known as Madi.