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Thank you so much for talking to us.
So should I just start whenever?
And if you could read the title as well, that would be great.
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'Held by String.'
At 11, I was the youngest in the eating disorder program.
In her 60s, Shelly was the oldest.
Trapped in armchairs that smelled like scrambled eggs,
we fiddled with everything — threads, tissues, clothing, beads.
When a counselor confiscated my playthings, Shelly intervened: “She’s just a baby.”
After a hundred days, I was released.
Shelly pressed a bracelet into my palm, tiny opalescent beads strung between two leather cords.
Seven years later, my wrist is too big for Shelly’s bracelet.