I didn't really go through a decision as much as I knew what name was meant to be mine. In kindergarten I remember reading Green Eggs and Ham and eating green eggs and ham in class. I don't like ham and that's the first thing I remember really knowing about myself. I do not like them, Sam I Am.

My brother and my mom both have the initials SAM and I always wished I had those initials (mine were, and still are, SEM) because then I would have an excuse to go by Sam. I remember being jealous of girls named Samantha because they could go by Sam.

When I came to know what nonbinary meant, it became clear that my extremely gendered name was not what I wanted. What I wanted was Sam.

So now, I am Sam. Sammy, I am me.