Some time between learning to read (poorly, I'm dyslexic.) and getting a training bra (I'm still an A cup), I decided I hated my name. It wasn't unique enough to shout out proudly, but it wasn't basic enough to feel I fit in. The letters M and O represent one of my last names, thus leading to the nickname Mo. 

This was originally my older brother's nickname at school because his name is, in fact, basic. Mo distinguished him from the others with the same first name. But Mo was something he was simply assigned, while for me, it was something I craved. Does being more desirous of something make you more deserving of it? At the time, I didn't care. It was mine.

As I grew up I met too many people to continue to repeatedly explain my grievances concerning my name. Also, I sounded like a brat whenever I did. So I learned to love my given name while discovering a deeper feeling of affection that came from hearing those who knew me when I had missing teeth call me Mo. 

Mo is a little Mexican girl who had no idea who she was but knew it had to be something special. Once I reached my 20's I realized that I still have no idea who I am or what I want to do. But I lacked the once organic sense of assertiveness and confidence to say that I knew I was someone special, meant to do something special with my life. 

The good news is that Mo was me and funny enough, I am Mo. Mo is a reflection of my childlike optimism and fortitude; qualities planted far too early on for me to no longer carry them somewhere. Mo is my muse. I love her, I love you, I love me.  

   xoxo, Mo <3

Who is mo and why is she your muse?