5 years old – to copy my cousin
Screamed so much at the first lobe pierced we had to leave for an hour and come back
Tiny delicate gold sleeper hoops
14 years old – to show I’m a teen
Denim miniskirt pink everything
Not just on Wednesdays
Thick and wide baby pink hoops
18 years old – to say don’t mess with me
Eyeliner for eyeshadow
Gargantuan, get my whole fist through, could rest a bloody budgie on hoops
25 years old – to get through
Those painfully adult
My sensible wee earrings
For the classy affairs
For the several days into a bender need a pick me up to contrast my messy hair
For the epic live gigs and nights out we share
For the every fuckin’ day wear.
Empowered, cool, complete.
Thank you, my hoops, for being my comforting constant, forever and for whatever.
Image courtesy of Joeyy Lee