They named you after one moment. You’re allowed to outlive it.

One bad afternoon, one lucky shot, one thing you said in seventh grade, and suddenly there is a nickname trailing you around like a verdict. The story freezes you at the age you were when it happened, and the people repeating it have no interest in updating the file. You were a whole person before it and have been one every day since.

Notice whether you are helping keep it alive by telling it first to get ahead of the laugh. You do not owe anyone the retelling. Give people enough new material about who you are now that the old line starts to sound out of date.