This war has lasted centuries and has taken countless lives. Our mothers and sisters burnt at the stake, buried alive, murdered at birth, tortured and raped. Our power stolen, our freedom curbed, our voice silenced, our choices constrained. It’s not just us, it’s anyone they thought weak- the slaves, the natives, the tribes, the different, the animals, the earth. Repressed, supressed, used and abused. And yet we exist, raging and roaring and staying alive, impossible to quell, we grow, we rise. We are insuppressible, we persevere, we persist.

A bangle you can slip onto your wrist and hook on in a second with with one hand with a reminder you can look at all day.