And one of the interesting things about bound feet is that they never age.

Parents die, daughters grow up and marry out, but sisters are for life.

Let those who believe, believe. Let those who doubt, doubt.

I’ve never thought much about whether I was happy or if I had fun as a child. I was a so-so girl who lived with a so-so family in a so-so village. I didn’t know that there might be another way to live, and I didn’t worry about it either.

And often it would be a woman who was in her 70s or 80s who would win the beauty contest, because bound feet never age.

I know a lot about women and their suffering, but I still know almost nothing about men.

All these types of love come out of duty, respect, and gratitude. Most of them, as the women in my county know, are sources of sadness, rupture, and brutality.