I had a paper doll when I was eight years old. I remember it clearly because it was my most prized possession. I played with it carefully and regularly, enjoying every style change not wanting anyone else to handle her because she was so fragile, after all she was paper. I remember this because this doll made me so happy. Once I had her everything was just right. I never minded that I was by my myself, in fact I never needed anyone else, never craved anything else and knew as a matter of fact, that me and that doll was enough. Got me thinking, what has happened now? In our modern day lives, we just cant seem to be satisfied no matter what we have, always needing the approval and acceptance of others and constantly killing our joy with comparison. We need to find our paper dolls, we need to find ourselves.
Toodles
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