Having a wife with bound feet was a status symbol for men, and, consequently, having bound feet increased a woman's chances of marriage into a wealthier household. Women took great pride in their feet, which were considered not only beautiful but also their best and most important feature. As a child, would you have fought against having your feet bound, as Third Sister did, knowing that you would be consigned to the life of a servant or a "little daughter-in-law"? As a mother, would you have chosen to bind your daughters feet?
If I was a child in the days of ancient China, I would fight with every fiber in my body to stop my mother from binding my feet. I don't think that I would last during the constant pain that coursed through my feet and up into my legs. I wouldn't be able to continue walking after continually having my toes broken one by one, and my feet cracked in half until there was a deep crevice in the middle of my foot. Currently I don't think that I would make my daughters have their feet bound, although if I had lived in ancient China I'm sure that my opinion would be much different. This is the way that everyone was raised, and such a break in tradition would mean the exile of your entire family. I believe that everyone would say that they would not have their daughters go through foot-binding, but if they lived in the same time period as Beautiful Moon, Lily, and Snow Flower, their outlook on this subject would be quite different.
My Dream
The Section That Looks Official and Takes Up Space
- S. Naes
- There's More Than Corn In, Indiana, United States
- Half the time nobody really bothers to read this section of the page, but I figured that since I'm bored I would fill up part of my page with the parts of my life that are odd. Probably the weirdest thing about me is my abnormal neatness when it comes to grammar and handwriting. I can't stand not capitilizing all of my letters at the beginning of a sentence, and ending everything with the proper punctuation. I can't write fast, so my writing territories fail epicly. Sorry Miss Holmes. When I write fast I get mad because my handwriting isn't neat. I am the master of all procrastination, although I am trying to work on it. I am fluent in sarcasm, as is my fellow sensei of the art, Flynnstone. I would fill this space with normal things, but those are uninteresting, so that's where I will end this section.
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