Answer:
I am a tool for fairies.
I have six faces but not even one body connected 21 eyes in total but cannot see.
The more you take away the bigger I get. What am I?
Although a human shape I wear Mother I never had; And though no sense nor life I share in finest silks I'm clad. By every miss I'm valued much beloved and highly prized; still my cruel fate is such by boys I am often despised.
Everyone asks for me but yet everyone hates to face me. For someone I am agony for others I am relief. Who am I?
What never gets any wetter no matter how hard it rains?