They make me happy.
These silly bangles are so sweet/shiny/sparkly/tiny and they sound all “tinkle-tinkle” when I move my arm (normally this would annoy the shit out of me, but not today!) and also they are all “Sparklesurprise!” when I happen to see them out of the corner of my eye.
I fucking love these sparkly bangles.
I love the way the way they slip around on my forearm, playfully reminding me that I’m a girly-girl at heart.
I love that they make me think (or maybe remember) that I can be the kind of girl who doesn’t think twice about wearing 14 cheap sparkly bangles on a regular-old-Tuesday in July.
Mostly I love that looking at these sparkly bangles on my wrist reminds me that, at least for today, I am the kind of girl who (a) has some sparkle and, (b) is not afraid to show it.
Today I am celebrating every hint of sparkle that comes from me (via sparkly bangle or otherwise). Each little sliver of sparkle reflects a part of me that had to fight like hell through the doom doom doom of depression to even find a little light to reflect.
I’ve spent like eleventyseven billion dollars over the past 15 years on antidepressants and not one of them ever made me feel as good as these cheap sparkly bangle bracelets.
Alive. Playful. Amused. Grateful. Curious. Confident. Silly. Sexy. Girly. Happy.
These sparkly bangles are priceless.