My name is Michelle, but you may call me by a nickname. Depending on the name you call me can identify what time in my life you entered and in what way you know me.
As a little girl my friends and family called me Shelly. I remember trying out how I wanted to spell that nickname... Shellie, Shelley or Shelly. Shelly is the one that stuck. I also had fairly curly hair as a little girl and my best friend's dad would call me "Shelly Temple," since I reminded him of Shirley Temple.
Then as my cousins started to have children of their own, I became Shellbell. Now they are entering adulthood, yet they still call me Shellbell. I love it. No one in my family called me Michelle. My uncle married and his stepdaughter was also a Michelle. When they called the name Michelle, they were referencing her. I wouldn't even turn my head because it wouldn't even register for me, I was Shelly.
My high school friends call me Shelly or Shell but then moving on to college, I became Michelle. I never introduced my self as Shelly, so Michelle it is. At work, I go by the same.
So if we ever cross paths and you hear me called Shelly, Shell, Shellbell or Michelle you will have an idea of how the people know me and when they entered my life.