The Olive Tree

"Olive tree." The name that belongs to the fair skinned girl of Irish, Scottish and German descent, but with the dark hair of an Italian. The girl who only grew an inch since sixth grade. Who looks just like her mother and grandmothers. The left-handed girl with a freckle in her right eye. The peculiar girl who loves odd colors and drives a light green Fiat 500. 

In a biblical sense, this name is a symbol of fruitfulness, beauty, and dignity. Whenever I think of an olive tree, I imagine a full, beautiful tree swaying in the wind on a hill in Italy. "Olive tree" is translated to Olivia in English. The name was actually coined by Shakespeare when he was in need of a name for a female character. 

When I hear the name "Olivia" in public, a mother is usually calling for her young daughter, since the name has shot up in popularity these past years. Young girls also find a small, pink pig on television with the same name quite entertaining.

My name is Olivia. I am that one of a kind girl with a passion for all that is unique. To be short and sweet, I am the olive tree swaying in the wind on a tall, grassy hill.