Lucy: Zarah, with your eyes all big you look like a doll.
Zarah: Pull my string and I talk.
Lucy: (Pulls imaginary string.)
Zarah: Get away from me, you creep!
Nearly every Halloween from the time I was about three to nine years old, I dressed up as a porcelain doll. Mostly because I wanted one of my own, but also because I actually looked like a doll. Big hazel eyes, pale skin, a natural blush, and little cherry lips. I'd curl my hair and put on a frilly dress as the costume.
Voila! I was a porcelain doll!
These days, even if I still look like a doll, I'm a lot less breakable.