You'll never see me in the front row of a fashion show. I'm uninterested in it; I find it trivial and banal and boring.

I'm not a prophet. I'm not a teacher. I have no degrees. My degree is from the University of Life.

I try to go to the gym three times a week. And I have to watch what I eat. I'm a normal person.

You'll never see me in the front row of a fashion show. I'm uninterested in it; I find it trivial and banal and boring.

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.

You can't live a truthful life without regret.

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.