I am Honduran. No, I am not Mexican; nor am I a criminal. I am different, and a leader- and I might even be said to be a hard worker, ambitious, and humble. I am invisible. I am ostracized because my image is not to the ideal standards of what's, "pretty" or, "cool." People take a look at me and think I'm not good enough so they don't even give me a chance to show who I am. Being a female is never easy, people look at me and think I'm weak, I need help, or I don't know how to play sports-they judge me before they know what I'm capable of; and when they see strength and potential, they're astounded. People continue to fall in the trap,but not me. I continue to remind myself that everybody's opinion does not matter and to remember
