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Elle \u00e9tait assise sur un banc en bois, p\u00e2le, les yeux baiss\u00e9s. L’air \u00e9tait charg\u00e9 d’un parfum de poudre de riz et d’huile de cam\u00e9lia. Une femme v\u00eatue d’une robe bleu fonc\u00e9 prit d\u00e9licatement son pied \u2013 celui d’un enfant, presque translucide \u2013 et commen\u00e7a \u00e0 plier les orteils vers la plante. Le craquement \u00e9tait doux, comme une branche de cerisier se brisant sous la neige. La fillette ne cria pas. Seules ses l\u00e8vres tressaillirent \u2013 \u200b\u200bet se fig\u00e8rent \u00e0 nouveau. Ainsi commen\u00e7a le voyage vers le \u00ab pied de lotus \u00bb, symbole de f\u00e9minit\u00e9, de gr\u00e2ce et\u2026 de soumission.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Imaginez : vous avez dix ans, vous r\u00eavez de courir dans le jardin, de rire, de sauter dans les flaques d’eau apr\u00e8s la pluie. Mais votre m\u00e8re vous dit : \u00ab Si tu veux \u00eatre aim\u00e9, sois patient. \u00bb Et vous \u00eates patient. Chaque jour, les bandages se resserrent, les os craquent, la peau pourrit. Les jambes cessent d’\u00eatre des jambes \u2013 elles deviennent des sculptures. De l’art sculpt\u00e9 dans la douleur.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u00c0 l’ext\u00e9rieur : soie, encens, raffinement. \u00c0 l’int\u00e9rieur : pustules, larmes et l’odeur des pansements moisis. Le monde admirait cette fragilit\u00e9, comme si elle \u00e9tait un signe de beaut\u00e9 supr\u00eame. Les hommes \u00e9crivaient des po\u00e8mes sur les \u00ab d\u00e9licats lotus \u00bb, les femmes enviaient ceux qui ne pouvaient marcher sans aide. Plus la souffrance est grande, plus le statut est \u00e9lev\u00e9.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Il y a quelque chose d’effrayamment moderne l\u00e0-dedans, vous ne trouvez pas ? Quand je vois des filles aujourd’hui se mutiler volontairement au nom d’un mod\u00e8le cr\u00e9\u00e9 par d’autres, j’entends le m\u00eame craquement. Sauf que maintenant, ce ne sont plus les os qui sont bris\u00e9s, mais le respect de soi.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Mais l’histoire est t\u00eatue. Elle aime se r\u00e9p\u00e9ter sous de nouveaux atours. Autrefois : pansements de soie. Aujourd’hui : filtres, injections, Photoshop. Autrefois : pieds de lotus. Aujourd’hui : visages de lotus. Le m\u00eame d\u00e9sir d’\u00eatre \u00ab meilleure \u00bb, \u00ab plus mince \u00bb, \u00ab plus petite \u00bb. D’\u00eatre \u00e0 l’aise. D’\u00eatre accept\u00e9e.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Et pourtant\u2026 tout le monde ne se soumettait pas \u00e0 l\u2019\u00e9poque. Les archives contiennent de rares lettres de femmes qui \u00e9crivaient r\u00eaver de marcher pieds nus. \u00ab Qu\u2019elles rient \u00bb, \u00e9crivait l\u2019une d\u2019elles, \u00ab mais je veux sentir la terre. \u00bb On les prenait pour des folles. Et aujourd\u2019hui, leurs paroles sonnent comme une proph\u00e9tie : quand on ressent la douleur et qu\u2019on la qualifie de beaut\u00e9, on perd la capacit\u00e9 de distinguer les vivants des morts.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u00ab Pourquoi ont-elles fait \u00e7a ? \u00bb m\u2019a demand\u00e9 un jour une amie en regardant une vieille photo. \u00ab N\u2019auraient-elles pas pu tout simplement refuser ? \u00bb
\u00ab C\u2019est possible. Mais la libert\u00e9 \u00e9tait encore plus ch\u00e8re \u00e0 l\u2019\u00e9poque \u00bb, ai-je r\u00e9pondu.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Le rebondissement de cette histoire n\u2019est pas que les femmes souffraient. C\u2019est qu\u2019elles croyaient que la souffrance les rendait dignes d\u2019amour. Que plus la douleur est grande, plus leur valeur est grande. C\u2019est le poison de la tradition \u2013 quand la violence se d\u00e9guise en vertu.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Je pense \u00e0 cette fille sur le banc. Comment, peut-\u00eatre un jour, seule, elle a d\u00e9fait les bandages et essay\u00e9 de se lever. Elle a vu le sang, ressenti la douleur \u2013 et peut-\u00eatre, pour la premi\u00e8re fois, s\u2019est-elle sentie vivante.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Des si\u00e8cles ont pass\u00e9. La Chine a abandonn\u00e9 le bandage des pieds. Mais pas encore celui des esprits. Nous nous mesurons encore \u00e0 l’aune des autres. Nous nous laissons encore apprendre \u00e0 souffrir magnifiquement.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Et pourtant\u2026 \u00e0 chaque \u00e9poque, il y a quelqu’un qui d\u00e9chire les bandages. Quelqu’un qui dit : \u00ab Assez. \u00bb Quelqu’un qui choisit un pas \u2013 m\u00eame irr\u00e9gulier, m\u00eame douloureux, mais le sien.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Un craquement \u2013 \u200b\u200bet le silence. Le monde fait semblant de ne pas entendre. Mais c’est pr\u00e9cis\u00e9ment \u00e0 cet instant qu’un nouveau standard de beaut\u00e9 na\u00eet \u2013 un standard o\u00f9 la douleur n’est plus consid\u00e9r\u00e9e comme noble.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Parfois, pour se retrouver, il suffit de se relever.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Et elle est l\u00e0. Cette m\u00eame fille. Pieds nus. Dans un pays o\u00f9 la douleur \u00e9tait autrefois appel\u00e9e beaut\u00e9.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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