13 Celebrities Who Changed Their Real Names Before Becoming Famous

Sometimes we are given names that are either too hard to pronounce or too long to keep in their entirety. And if you are someone with a normal 9-5 job, that is completely fine. But, if you are someone in the entertainment industry who wants your name to be known by everyone, this may not be the best thing. That’s why many people choose to either shorten their full names or completely change them.

1. Miley Cyrus

Miley Cyrus legally changed her name back in 2008 from Destiny Hope Cyrus to Miley Cyrus. The name Miley is a rendition of her childhood nickname “Smiley” in honor of her paternal grandfather.

2. Victoria Beckham

Prior to becoming known as the fashion diva, Victoria Beckham, back in the early days of the iconic group we love, Victoria Adams was the name used for her records. However, when the Spice Girls became rising stars, she changed her name to Posh Spice. Years later, she become the famous Victoria Beckham we know today.

3. Vin Diesel

At the age of 17, Mark Sinclair was a rather big guy. He even used to work as a bouncer at a nightclub called The Tunnel. Around that time he took the name Vin Diesel and started to shave his head regularly.

4. Rachel Weisz

Early in her career, she changed her name to Rachel Vyce, but when people told her that it was too difficult to pronounce, she changed it to Kenya Campbell. She decided to keep it that way for a while, but she soon realized that it sounded unpleasant. The actress then decided to stay with Rachel Weisz and made a lot of iconic movies.

5. Natalie Portman

It was in 1994 when a very young Neta-Lee Hershlag auditioned for Leon and landed her first role in a major production. While filming, the actress changed her name to “Natalie” and took her mother’s maiden last name. Apparently, she wanted to maintain her privacy because some scenes in the movie were polemical.

6. Alicia Keys

Her real name is Alicia Augello-Cook, but she changed it and decided to have her own different stage name with a special meaning behind it. She explained, “It’s like the piano keys, and it can also open a lot of doors,” and she ended up with the name Alicia Keys and broke multiple records in her career.

7. Jamie Foxx

Eric Marlon Bishop, now known as Jamie Foxx, tried out a couple of different names when he first started doing open mic nights. When he’d sign up to the open mic lists, he used the names Tracy Brown and Stacy Green but eventually landed on Jamie Foxx.

8. Iggy Azalea

Her birth name is Amethyst Amelia Kelly, and she ended up with Iggy Azalea because she has a dog named “Iggy,” and it became her nickname. She came up with the surname Azalea, as she explained, “Because that is a street name that my mom and family live on, and it sounds very feminine, and I thought it would balance out Iggy being so masculine.”

9. Lana Del Rey

The singer’s real name is Elizabeth Woolridge Grant, but she’s now known as Lana Del Rey. When she began singing, she went by the name, “Lizzy Grant,” and also performed as “Sparkle Rope Jump Queen” until she landed on Lana Del Rey.

10. Tom Hardy

Before becoming Tom Hardy, his birth name was Edward Thomas Hardy, and he only used his first name before deciding to go by his middle name instead. Even though the Internet was aware of his true identity, it was not widely publicized.

11. Blake Lively

After Blake became an actress she decided to take the surname of her mother, Elaine Lively as her stage name.

12. Aaron Paul

His full name is Aaron Paul Sturtevant, but when he went to auditions, no one could pronounce his surname, “Sturtevant,” so he had to change it so that everyone could say it, and then he shortened it when he entered Hollywood.

13. Lorde

Lorde changed her original name at the age of 12 when she was signed to a development contract with the Universal Music Group after an agent of theirs saw footage of her singing at a middle school talent show. Her real name is Ella Marija Lani Yelich-O’Connor. The royalty hidden in the name Lord encouraged her in changing her original name, but she also added an “e” because she felt that Lord would be too masculine for a girl.

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Husband Walks Into Hospital and Immediately Dumps Wife After Seeing Their Newborn Twins!

Here’s the article rewritten in simple language while keeping the same word count and paragraphs:

“You lied to me!” Instead of being happy about our newborn twin daughters, my husband got angry and accused me of being unfaithful. With hurtful words and a cold exit, Mark broke our family apart. Now, I’m determined to make him pay for leaving us.

I lay in the white hospital bed, feeling tired but happy. Even though my body was sore, it all felt worth it as I looked at the two beautiful baby girls resting beside me.

Midjourney

Here’s the article rewritten in simple language, maintaining the same word count, paragraph length, and removing the image sources:

The babies cooed softly, and tears of joy ran down my face. After years of trying to have children and a long, difficult pregnancy, I was finally a mom. It was the best feeling in the world!

I reached for my phone and typed a message to Mark, my husband: “They’re here. Two beautiful girls. Can’t wait for you to meet them.”

Midjourney

I hit send, a content smile forming on my face as I imagined his excitement.

This was supposed to be one of the happiest moments of our lives, and I never could have guessed how quickly it would turn into the worst.

A little while later, the door opened, and there he was. But instead of joy, Mark’s expression was cold — like a man walking into a meeting he didn’t want to attend.

“Hey,” I said softly, forcing a smile. “Aren’t they beautiful?”

Mark finally looked at the twins, and I saw his jaw tighten. His face showed disappointment before his lips curled in disgust.

Midjourney

“What is this?” he muttered, more to himself than to me.

Confusion filled me, pressing heavily against my chest. “What do you mean? They’re our daughters! What’s wrong with you, Mark?”

His gaze sharpened.

I could see the anger building up, ready to explode. And when it did, it hit like a storm.

“I’ll tell you what’s wrong: you tricked me!” he shouted. “You never told me we were having girls!”

Midjourney

I blinked, stunned. “Why does it matter? They’re healthy. They’re perfect!”

I reached for his hand, trying to calm him, but he yanked it away, disgust clear on his face.

“It matters a lot! This isn’t what I wanted, Lindsey! I thought we were having boys!” His voice grew louder, bouncing off the hospital walls, and I felt every word cut into me. “This family was supposed to carry on my name!”

My heart sank. “You’re serious? You’re mad because… they’re girls?”

Midjourney

“You’re darn right!” He stepped back like the sight of the babies made him sick. “Everyone knows only boys can carry on a legacy! You… you cheated on me, didn’t you? These can’t be mine.”

His words hit me like a punch to the gut. It felt like he knocked the air out of my lungs.

“How can you even say that?” I whispered, tears filling my eyes. “You’re really accusing me of cheating because I had daughters?”

But he was already walking toward the door, his hands clenching in anger.

Midjourney

“I’m not raising someone else’s kids,” he spat, his voice harsh and final. “I’m out.”

Before I could respond — before I could beg or scream or cry — he was gone. The door slammed shut behind him with a loud thud. And just like that, everything I thought I knew fell apart.

I looked down at my daughters, still in my arms, their tiny faces peaceful.

“It’s okay, sweethearts,” I whispered, though my heart felt anything but okay.

Midjourney

And for the first time since they were born, I started to cry.

Mark disappeared. No calls. No messages. The only news I got about him was from friends, who said he was on vacation somewhere sunny, drinking cocktails with the same guys who cheered us on at our wedding.

That’s right; he left me and went on vacation. It wasn’t just the betrayal. It was how easily he walked away, as if our life together meant nothing.

Midjourney

But the worst was yet to come.

I was back home, settling into a routine with the girls, when I got the first message from Mark’s mother, Sharon.

I was so relieved! Sharon was a tough woman, and I believed Mark would change his mind if his mother supported me.

My hands shook as I played Sharon’s voicemail. Her words were harsh and cruel.

Midjourney

“You ruined everything,” Sharon said angrily. “Mark deserved sons. How could you do this to him? To our family? How could you betray my son like this?”

I was so shocked, I dropped my phone. Her words cut deeper than anything Mark had said. To them, I hadn’t just given birth to daughters — I had failed. And they wanted me to pay for it.

I stared at my phone, trying to process this new attack.

Then my phone started ringing again. It was Sharon. I let it ring and watched as another voicemail notification popped up.

Midjourney

Then the texts started. Each message was more hurtful than the last. Sharon called me every name you can think of, blaming me for cheating on Mark, for having daughters, for not being a good wife… it just went on and on.

Mark’s entire family had turned against me. I was completely alone.

I tried to stay strong, but at night, the nursery became both my safe place and my prison. I’d sit in the rocking chair, holding my daughters close, whispering promises I wasn’t sure I could keep.

Midjourney

“I’ll protect you,” I said softly, the words as much for me as for them. “We’ll be okay. Everything will turn out just fine, you’ll see.”

But some nights, I wasn’t so sure. Sometimes, the loneliness and fear were so heavy that I thought I might break.

One night, I found myself crying as I fed the girls. It all felt like too much.

“I can’t do this anymore,” I sobbed. “It’s too hard. I can’t keep waiting…”

And then it hit me. I’d been waiting for Mark to come back and realize his mistake, but he hadn’t done anything to make me believe that would ever happen. He hadn’t even called.

I looked down at my girls and knew it was time to stand up for them and for myself.

A lawyer gave me my first bit of hope.

“With Mark’s abandonment,” she said thoughtfully, “you have a strong case. Full custody. Child support. We’ll handle visitation on your terms.”

Her words were like a lifeline. Finally, I had some control and something to fight for. And I wasn’t stopping there.

Mark wanted out? Fine. I was more than happy to divorce him, but he wouldn’t get away so easily.

I created a new social media profile, carefully sharing the story I wanted people to see.

Post after post showed my daughters’ milestones: tiny hands grabbing toys, their first smiles, and giggles. Each photo showed a piece of our happy life, and every caption carried a clear message: Mark wasn’t part of it.

Friends shared my posts, family left comments, and soon, everyone knew. Mark might have left, but I was building something beautiful without him.

The open house was my final stand. I invited everyone. The only person not welcome was Mark. I even made sure the invitation said so.

On the big day, the house was full of warmth and laughter. The twins wore matching outfits with tiny bows in their hair. Guests couldn’t stop admiring how adorable they were.

Then the door burst open, and there was Mark, angry and wild-eyed. The room fell silent.

“What is this?” he shouted. “You’ve turned everyone against me!”

I stood, my heart racing but steady. “You left us, Mark, because you didn’t want daughters. That was your choice.”

“You robbed me of my chance to pass down my legacy!” he shot back, his eyes filled with rage.

“You’re not welcome here,” I said, my voice calm. “We don’t need a man like you in our family. This is our life now.”

My friends stood beside me, their presence silent but strong. Defeated, Mark turned and stormed out, slamming the door behind him.

Weeks later, Mark received the court papers detailing the child support, custody, and visitation arrangements. He couldn’t escape. He’d still have to face the responsibility of being a father, even if he wasn’t going to be a dad.

Sharon’s final message came later — maybe an apology, maybe more anger. It didn’t matter. I deleted it without listening.

I was done with their family and done with the past.

That night, as I rocked my daughters, the future stretched out before us — bright, open, and ours alone.

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