My daddy left home when I was three and he didn't leave much to Ma and me, just this old guitar and an empty bottle of booze.
My father, who was jailed for stealing on more than one occasion, just abandoned his fatherly responsibilities and disappeared. I grew up working from the time I was nine years of age. Money was a big issue everywhere I lived.
I was a kid growing up in Houston, didn't have a lot - three younger brothers, a single mom. It was tough.
I was a poor kid. I came from nothing. We didn't have any money; a lot of times we didn't have any food, and now, all of a sudden, I'm a superhero in a Marvel movie? Talk about the American dream, man - I'm living it.
We grew up poor, very poor, but I am very proud of where I come from.
I come from the slums; I come from a hard background; I come from a poor family; and I was a soldier.
I was not raised with wealth or resources or any social standing to speak of.
My family didn't have any money growing up. I'm just a girl from the ghetto; from Indio, California.
The real Liberace - and I'll preface this by saying that I didn't know the real one - was a man who didn't come from much. His father left him and his family for another woman. His father was a musician, which I thought was pretty interesting.
I grew up poor in East Houston. I used to be ashamed of it, but I'm not anymore. It's kind of a badge of courage now.
