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Kindness and Joy

October 24, 2007

Dear Friends,

I’d like to share with you my reflections after a remarkable weekend. On Friday I addressed a group of women in Wilmette, Illinois, about body image; on Saturday a group of patients at Sheppard Pratt’s Center for Eating Disorders in Maryland; and on Sunday an audience of patients, recovered patients, parents, and therapists at Sheppard Pratt’s conference center. Then, when I arrived at the Baltimore airport to head for home, I discovered Piero Ferrucci’s gem of a book THE POWER OF KINDNESS in the airport bookshop. That did it. I’d been riding a wave of kindness all weekend, and was now officially high on it.

The kindness was certainly not all mine. In Illinois, those 100 beautiful mid-life women were there in order to raise support for nursing scholarships. Pass it on, is the phrase that comes to mind. Pass on your wisdom, your profit, your compassion, your concern for the future. Pass it on by connecting and sharing something far more real than the images of celebrity blasted at us by the tabloids or the dressed-up children posing as women in Vogue. They all understood what I was talking about. They all knew what a lie we’ve been trained to swallow whole. They, for the most part, have escaped the curse of full-blown eating disorders themselves. But they’ve watched the poison sting children, nieces, students, and neighbors who have struggled to “perfect” themselves by destroying their bodies. Many of them have felt the cold, sharp sweep of the curse against their skin, even if they’ve pulled away in time. Others make it a full time job to avoid the poison by staying just fit enough, just thin enough to keep the curse at bay. They welcomed me to remind them simply that all of us are human, and that means we’re imperfect, in fact, united and made more interesting to each other by our imperfections. They welcomed me to remind them that our bodies are miracles, just by moving our arms, let alone the mind-boggling ability (the audience, remember, was entirely female) to produce and feed and care for babies! They welcomed me to remind them of all that we should see and accept as obvious wonder, but that our culture and society have assaulted for so long that the obvious has become the novel and rare. They allowed me to remind them that we all need to show more appreciation to and for each other – including ourselves. Their kindness was reflected in their gracious invitation, their willingness to listen, their generosity in paying for the privilege of supporting a scholarship that would support others who want to help others. A regular daisy chain of kindness. This is how the world really works, as Ferrucci reminded me in his grand little book.

In Maryland, the audiences and particularly the stories shared with me afterwards made me cry with their kindness. I will never forget the honor of being someone they felt moved to confide in.

Then there were the fathers, again the lovely fathers. There struggling to understand their wives and daughters. There ready to admit the gulf, the difficulty of understanding. There to admit their confusion and longing. There to admit their frailty, which matched, measure for measure, the frailty of the women in their lives who did not know how to cope. These sweet men were so filled with kindness. How they wanted to help, to make things well and their women whole, to mend the rip in the universe that had opened over their heads and beneath their feet – without warnings that they could detect. And for their “failure” to detect the warning they felt such guilt! That is kindness at its most complex. My kindness in coming to speak was nothing compared to theirs in coming to listen. One father, involved in a divorce, was by force sending his teenage daughter to testify before the judge charged with tearing his family apart. His daughter, a splendidly striking young woman with large hungry eyes and a style all her own of scarves and hat and leggings and color, just needed to be reminded that she was not at fault and all of us have to deal with madness at times that is not our own; that all of us at times or perhaps every day have to remind ourselves that our parents’ madness is not our own even when we have to live with it; that all of us have to get through times and duties we wish to God we did not have to get through; that all the bad as well as the good is part of this mess we call life; that only out of ALL this mess can we create true beauty and find true peace and comprehension. That family showed more kindness in sharing their story with me, by far, than I was able to show them by my encouragement and advice.

“I give love,” my friend Carolyn tells me. “I give thanks.” Carolyn is in her 20th year of stage 4 cancer and receives standing ovations from her radiation and chemo teams for her spirit of generosity. “And,” she concludes her explanation of her survival, “I see what is possible.”

Carolyn, for me, defines The Power of Kindness. She cares for her dogs and horses. She knows the babies and grandparents of all her neighbors. She listens to her friends’ sad stories of tortured love. She plants her garden. She makes paintings of light and pears and meadows and welcoming rooms. She loves her husband and her home and all that both embody. She does not cling but luxuriates in life. She does not deny but respects the pain her body is forced to endure.

This weekend, I thought of Carolyn every waking minute. I evoked her name every day. I live in the illumination of her example. My way of showing kindness is to honor all that Carolyn has taught me. “You never know what you get to feel grateful for.” This is Carolyn’s mantra. What joy we have to discover and to share in this unpredictable life!

Be well, always!

below for more about Aimee's books & work.

Anthologies of fiction and nonfiction that Aimee has edited or contributed to.
a suspenseful novel of rescue and redemption set in Central Asia at the start of the Cold War, featuring two unforgettable heroines whose fates are irrevocably intertwined.
The unforgettable tale of star-crossed love that spans four decades and two continents.
A young photographer wrestles with her repressed past and identity as an Amerasian in New York's Chinatown. Now back in print after more than a decade, FACE is Aimee's first novel.
Work on Eating Disorders
While there are numerous memoirs available chronicling individual women’s struggles with anorexia, bulimia, and other eating disorders, this is the first book to bring together many people’s stories to create a complete and candid picture of the recovery process. Aimee Liu has skillfully brought together firsthand accounts of recovery to create a realistic roadmap for the journey. This book also includes informational sidebars, written by professionals in the field, on topics including treatment options, choosing the right therapist, the pros and cons of medication, how parents and spouses can help, and much more.
How do anorexia and bulimia impact life AFTER recovery? GAINING is one of the first books about eating disorders to connect the latest scientific insights to the personal truth of life before, during, and especially after anorexia and bulimia.
America's first memoir of anorexia, and one of the earliest books about eating disorders, originally published in 1979
Craft & Criticism
Resources and suggestions for students and fellow writers
Aimee's latest book reviews