When I was seven, I went to Dollywood and became enamored with this strange blonde beauty. Everywhere I looked her petite frame and tremendous boozums gazed at me.

I begged my parents for a X-Large men’s shirt with Dolly’s stunning face. I took the shirt, wrapped it tightly around my pillow, and slept with it for four years straight.

Back then I had no concept of a body pillow, but somehow I created my own.