Thirty years ago Dexy’s Midnight Runners were number one in the UK, and B4J was 10lbs of chirruping, mewling, pooping baby. That’s quite a lot of baby to start out as when thirty years later you’re only 5’4″ of girl, but as a happy, hairy little Jabba the Hut I wasn’t really thinking about that. I was pretty obsessed by boobs, though. Plus ca change.

Yes, I turned 30 this week, and it’s got me thinking about where I’m at, where I’ve been, and where I’m going. Don’t get me wrong – I wasn’t worried about leaving my twenties. Actually, I’m quite looking forward to the gravitas (due any day now, possibly in beard form) and the heaps of exciting things my fourth decade will bring me. But nevertheless it is still the oldest I’ve ever been – and worthy of a little reflection (and a bucket of champagne, obvs). So please excuse this interruption to our normal broadcast, and allow me this brief end-of-a-decade interlude on getting older…

1: I shouldn’t care about the size of my arse more than anyone else does:

You don’t care. Mr B4J doesn’t care. Hell, I don’t care outside of mirrors and photographs (especially photographs. I haven’t changed my Facebook profile in about three years…). Fourth decade resolution: stop caring about the bits that don’t look like they used to, or like the models in the lingerie I’m reviewing. I could look that perfect if I really had the willpower, sure. I just can’t be bothered to learn Photoshop.

2: I love my readers:

It’s been a fairly gruelling summer from every angle, but your e-mails, comments, tweets and Facebook messages remind me every day why I write this blog – even when I’m struggling to find the bandwidth to make it happen. Thanks for encouraging me to stick at it. The fourth decade will have more boobs in it. And those boobs will be properly uplifted, because…

3: Good lingerie and fit advice IS worth fighting for:

Fighting for bust justice is hard work for a hobby, but I believe that companies purposefully misleading and exploiting women for profit are worth the words, sweat and tears. Wearing bras IS a choice, but for many women it’s as much of a choice as wearing sanitary protection: it’s a vital tool that enables them to live the life they want without feeling restricted by their body. I spent 5 years of the last decade in badly fitting lingerie, and was completely sedentary and so self-conscious that I hated my body. That companies like Gossard wilfully perpetuate poor fitting advice (don’t believe me? Check out this response for the *ahem* charming (and analytically challenged) Gossard) is disgusting. However hard it is to find time to write, it’s worth it if it helps women find their way to what can be the truly a life-changing fit they deserve.

4. I should have my rocket pack by now.

Just saying…

Until next time… thanks for making most of my twenties a decade to remember.

Love from Beckie xx