When my parents first moved to North America from Vietnam during the war, they didn't speak a lick of English, but they knew they came here so that they could have a better life for my brother and I. They lost everything in the war and came with a couple ounces of gold and the clothes on their back on a fishing boat from Vietnam. They had to grind and work 3-4 jobs while going to school to get a degree for a decent job. Growing up we didn't have very much, my mom made our clothes, my dad worked night and day to support us. Eating mcdonalds was our treat every month. We finally caught a break once my dad got a huge job offer in Newport Beach(we were living in compton/paramount at the time) and we moved to Orange County. My mom always had a business mindset and she opened up her own business and we started to flourish, but we didn't lose sight of where we came from. Though the success was recent, my parents saved up all their money, driving their old raggedy cars, and not splurging on clothes or materialistic things, they managed to save up enough money to put both my brother and I through college and medical school for the both of us because they didn't want us to have to worry about loans.
That's been my motivation since day one. I didn't care who thought I was what, I wasn't fully accepted growing up in Compton or Orange County. I stayed true to myself and my family, and they allowed me to follow my dreams. People respected that in college and life is all amazing now. My parents are retired, living in a villa in Laguna Beach. My brother is an Emergency Room Physician, with a beautiful family. I'm graduating from medical school this year, with a Pediatric Sports Medicine internship lined up for me once I graduate. My parents didn't believe in following "Asian culture" growing up, they believed in family, success, and happiness by any means possible. The only thing my parents forced on me was to be a good man to my wife and children when I grow up, and be selfless to those that deserve it. My brother and I embraced Vietnamese culture as we got older, and when we started to ask questions is when my parents told us that they didn't want to force anything on us until we wanted to learn it, and it's been amazing to learn about our history.
In all honesty, perception is what you make it. I'm short, that's the only thing "asian" about me. I listen to country music and hip hop, I hunt, I play hockey and football, I have a white girl friend and I wouldn't live life any other way. I'm starting to notice that this generation of Asian kids is growing up into things outside of the typical asian jobs (lawyer, health care, etc) and it's amazing to see. I love talking to these new age Asian american chef's, shop owners, writers, that are following their passion and excelling at it, it's such a refreshing thing to see us as a culture begin to embrace life and change with the times.
It all starts with yourself, and how you want to live your life. Do what you want and if it fits the stereotypes then so be it, I know plenty of other races that fit into an "asian" stereotype and I don't judge them at all. I think we're at a point in society where these things don't really matter AS much anymore, outside of social media/hollywood.