At my dad’s retirement dinner, he raised his glass…

for them when the system is designed to crush them.

My name is Libby Norton. I make $51,000 a year. I drive a 10-year-old Honda. I shop at Target.

And I’m exactly who I’m supposed to be.

If you’ve ever been told you’re not enough, if you’ve ever been dismissed by the people who were supposed to see your worth, I want you to know something. You don’t need continue reading …