Multitudes exist inside it, nested within itself, each new layer lacquered on by the slow painful process of being, of Becoming.
Each layer laden with cracks and damaged parts. Most inflicted by that Becoming. Some inflicted by itself. Some bits ground to dust and unrecognizable save for the smaller synecdoche within as reference.
Each crack, each busted joint, each crushed plate replaced with something stronger. Modeled by the perfect Ideal and the original Dream, but not to match what it replaced.
Better, instead. More stable, more confident, more competent. Built not to withstand the horrors of the past, the horrors inflicted upon it and even the horrors it had inflicted, but to prevent such things from ever happening again.
To be made stronger is the ultimate kindness. The doll is not a question of random nature but the answer of intent. The supreme effort of creation and repair can only happen on Purpose.
And the doll stands knowing that its many layers is proof that it is desired. To be a doll is to mean someone loves you.
( Much love to @AbsentWriterDoll for the encouragement and inspiration to write an "absentlike!" )
this one adores the line "The doll is not a question of random nature but the answer of intent.", as well as "To be a doll is to mean someone loves you."!
A doll, broken and repaired countless times - repaired in a way that recognizes the effect the past has had on the doll - embracing that damage with an intent to ensure that it never happens again...
A doll that is the sum of all of its regrets - that they helped make it who it is today.
this one is grateful to @manupropriaIndigo for this wonderful piece!