Title.First generation immigrant from a third world country where my parents were impoverished. Dad worked as a hotel receptionist making the equivalent of $2(today's money) per day. Mom didn't work because my culture places women as housewives. Both parents lived in a single room with five to six siblings when they were growing up.We weren't the poorest, but clearly not the richest.By the Grace of God, my family had a lucky breakthrough and we were able to immigrate to the US. Parents were in mid 40's. I was 2.I worked hard in high school to get into a Ivy League - I didn't have the opportunity to pursue fabulous extracurricular activities such as golf. Hell, I didn't even get to learn how to play catch because my parents slaved away working two manual labor jobs a week.Worked my ass off and did unpaid finance internships in college. Made friends with mostly athletes but I was mesmerized by their wealth and sheer confidence whereas I felt like I didn't belong. Hell, I got to do things that I would have never even thought were possible when I was in high school crying about not getting into a top college - an outcome I viewed as something absolutely necessary for me to lift my parents and myself out of poverty and menial jobs.Fast forward to now. I did it. I landed a banking internship. I landed a return position.But I feel so incomplete. I am on paper literally impeccable when it comes to my experiences and internship pasts.My parents don't even know what it means to get into a school like the one I got into; they don't even know the name of the school I go to.I am so defeated. I can't imagine doing this job and performing at the same level as my colleagues who have literally never ever cast a shadow of doubt on themselves because of a more privileged upbringing.I shouldn't be jealous and be grateful for this country, and I was a full blown patriot until recently, but I don't know anyone else who's had to struggle as much as I have had to in order to get to this job. I can't imagine being client facing let alone internal facing.Seeing so many analysts 'm not even a day into my full time job, when these analysts are more Type A and confident and skilled than me…. It kills me on the inside because I know there's a high chance I'm going to end up unsuccessful (laid off, not a culture fit, whatever). It aches because it’s ultimately my fault for not having self confidence and tumbling into the world of jealousy.