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If Indeed It's A Race Then The Chicks Do The Most It Isn't A Brag Or An Estrogen Boast It's The Women Who've Led Me With Big Open Hearts If Not For Their Love I'd Have Failed At The Start. And It's Not Just The Mothers I Speak Of Them All It's A Woman There First When Somebody Falls. The Multi Of Tasking That's Easy To Tease I Dare A Great Man To Try It All, Please! So This Is My Shout Out My Rallying Cry To Women All Over I Hold You Up High And Though There Are Others Who'll Think This Poem Strange It's The Women Who Plant The Root Of Big Change.

I Have A Rule: Pretend You're Going On A Trip For Two Weeks, And Pull What You'd Wear On That Two-week Trip, And Get Rid Of Everything Else.

I Don't Have Great Thighs. I Have Very Big Breasts And A Soft, Fatty Little Tummy. And I've Got Back Fat. People Assume That I'm Walking Around In Little Spaghetti-strap Dresses. It's Insidious - Glam Jamie, The Perfect Jamie, The Great Figure, Blah, Blah, Blah. And I Don't Want The Unsuspecting 40-year-old Women Of The World To Think That I've Got It Going On. It's Such A Fraud. And I'm The One Perpetuating It.

Exchange The Words 'have To' With 'get To.' Exchange The Word 'can't' With 'unwilling.

I'm A Layperson. I Barely Got Out Of High School. I Have No Business Telling People What To Do Or My Big Philosophy On Life. I'm Certainly Not Going To Write Any Sort Of Memoir.