Earrings speak to me of feminine energy, of grace and beauty, the kind that bring real strength to the soul.
Earrings and sweet emotions that come with treating the body well, of bringing the self to a reassuring sense of beauty, dates back eons into the dawn of our kind.
I looked at the earrings, their pressed metal form, and my heart sank. They could have been made by a trafficked child in a sweat factory before being sold through some "wholesome" arts and crafts website. I'd worn them. I'd felt good in them. I threw them out. Unless I could be sure of the origins of the jewellery it was something I would be better off without.
Earrings are about confident beauty and self-assured dignity, of a self-worth that speaks in the language of art.