My Trip to the American Girl Doll Hospital

Renée Millette
7 min readJul 4, 2022

If you haven’t heard yet, I am single. I am so single that I have never not been single. I am so single that I’ve reached that point in my life where I had nothing better to do than to go through the shed in the back of my parents’ house and find the box that contained my old American Girl dolls and all their accessories. I am so lonely that once I found the dolls in the shed and saw that they were worse for wear, started trying to scrub the weird white mold that got all over my Kit doll’s face. I am so lonely that I brought said dolls back to my apartment and they have a little place to sit, facing my bed and watching me sleep. If you need to ask, I am probably not okay.

Kailey (the surfer Girl of the Year doll from 2003) had the loosest legs I’ve ever seen. They would just go every which way. She also had these really nice braids originally that my ten year-old self loved to mess with. Kailey didn’t look so bad as she just looked like she was loved very much by a child.

Kit, on the other hand, was a different story. My two dolls were stuck in the same box but Kit just had all the bad luck. Her face was covered in mold that we mostly were able to get off, but not without some casualties. Her classic freckles and part of her eyebrow got taken off with miracle spirits. While her limbs were still pretty tight, her arms were dark on the…