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My Name Is

July 6, 2017 4 Comments

…Kasmira. I blog under my actual name. If I had it to do all over again, I might use a pseudonym, for privacy and safety reasons, but that ship has sailed.

I was my parent’s firstborn, in the mid-70’s, and they liked Star Trek. In fact, they liked it so much that they intended to name me Mira, after Lt. Mira Romaine in The Lights of Zetar episode. However, before the big day arrived, they found Kasmira in a book of baby names and liked that better, Star Trek or not.

According to that much thumbed book of names, Kasmira means “commands peace.” I’ve found similar definitions on the internet and have also found the opposite meaning, “destroyer of peace,” listed. In some places, Kasmira is defined as “demands peace.” As I grow older, I find that I seek peace more and more often. I retreat to nature or the lullaby of Apple’s Spa Radio when the world becomes too chaotic. I’ve chosen a career path that allows me uninterrupted hours at home, with the burble of two fountains, endless cups of tea, and always a furry animal to cuddle. I prefer to think that my name means “lover of peace.”

Most people assume that my name is Indian because of its similarity to the word Kashmir. However, that tattered book of names (and the always reliable internet) list the name’s origin as Slavic. That narrows down the name’s location of origin to anywhere in Eastern Europe.

Kasmira is a big name to live up to. I remember the disappointment of my high school guidance counselor upon meeting me. “I thought you’d be Indian,” she said. I was a let-down with my blue eyes, blond hair, and freckles.

Maybe it’s the name that inspired me to find my own path after becoming an adult. I was definitely weird as a kid (mostly due to growing up in a cult), but I got a lot weirder as an adult. I pursued interests because I was curious, not because my friends did it. I started ballet, I hunted mushrooms, I lived out of my car, I joined the Marine Corps. And finally, I started a style blog.

I don’t think people are disappointed anymore when they meet me. And I’ve found my peace.

This post is an updated version of My Name Is, originally published 10/10/2010 at http://whatiwore2day.blogspot.com/2010/10/my-name-is.html

July 7, 2017

Kasmira Kit


  1. Maria

    July 16, 2017

    Just catching up after a great vacation in Spain. Your story resonated with me. My grandmother hated her name and went by a nickname her entire life… So she named her daughter… the same name! My mom hates her given name as well and so what did she do with her firstborn? SAME NAME! I go by my first name and not “that” one, and named my daughter … something else!

    • Kasmira Kit

      July 16, 2017

      LOL. I love that you “broke the cycle.” But now I’m terribly curious! My grandmother’s name was Sonya and she went by “Cookie” her entire adult life. It was years before I learned that her name was not “Gramma Cookie.”

  2. Lorena

    July 10, 2017

    Interesting to read the origin of your name. In my case it was a debate between my mother and my grandmother, my grandmother won.
    Like you as I grow older I just want to be left alone, tranquility and silence I value more than ever. Being outside in the garden beats any night out.

    • Kasmira Kit

      July 10, 2017

      Do you go by any nicknames? Personally, I insist most people use my full name.

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