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About Me — Ana Loredo
The trauma of born in the less likeable hour of the morning
I’m not a morning person as a result of the trauma of born early in the day. If we believe the doctors, I came into the world to the 8:30 AM, the less likeable hour.
To that hour students are sitting in their desk, wanting to be in the lunch break and not math. Workers are in front of the computer exhaling a long sigh as they thinks about the eight hours that lie ahead. And even the doctor probably were thinking in his breakfast during my first appearance in life.
It was a holy friday and I was named after a virgin, just like my mother, a very faithful woman who had to see her third daughter become agnostic after give her a childhood of church Sundays and night prayers.
Like mostly of Mexican, I have a long name. The first one is short, direct and simple. Kind of minimalist: Ana. It suits me well, I believe.
My middle name, in the other hand, is long and I always hide it. I feel it like hiding a skeleton in the closet. “What’s your name? Ana”, I response. “What do you prefer to be called? Just Ana”, I replied to all my teachers in my school years.
Despite of hiding my middle name, I would never change it. And I not regret my mom´s decision. Because hiding my name is part of who I…
