I am a mother of two. I have nothing, but innovation and imagination. I promised myself as a kid that I would abberate myself from the norm. 
I have an idea that is starting to form. I take my daughter's crayons and construction paper. I start to draw, because this is what I feel I need to do. 
"My daughter, you belong in the kitchen." Well, watch me exceed that. 
No one wants to support my idea, so I have to take this into my own hands. Knock me down, I'll stand right back up. Doubt me, and then watch me Soar. 
One chance. That is all that you get when you are poor. I put it all on the line. My house. My security. My family's safety. When you have something precious in sight, then risking a lot is worth staying in the fight. I almost broke down. I almost listened to the lying voice of society. I cried. I cut my hair. I will continue to fight and will not go down silently. 
Challenge me. I'll fight back. Think I am weak? Well, this is one woman who will never retreat. My grandmother told me that I could be something special. She said it to my face, and when I am successful I will never forget the people who was in my place. 
What you will become that is your choice. Don't conform, you have a voice. There's nothing wrong with hard work. There's nothing wrong with fighting to the top. Take risks. Live. Become the person that you want to be. It's not important what other people see. What do you want to see when you look in the mirror? Be that person.