It’s been with me since puberty, this enthusiastic bum of mine.

It’s been a little bigger at times, and it’s even been a little bit smaller on occasion, but in terms of a hip to waist ratio, at all times it has been on the extravagant side.

I’ve embraced it as best I can over the years, fifties pin up styles in a twiggy landscape.

But here in Colombia, wow, bums are it. Bums and bellies, ample thighs and pillowy bosoms are everywhere I turn.

I applaud it. What’s not to love about rejoicing in the body your soul inhabits?

But how about those butt cheek makeovers?

Colombia ranks third in the world for ‘butt augmentation’. Liposuction still sits as number one procedure for this nation, but last year around 22,000 Colombian asses grew considerably without the help of any form of second helping at the buffet.

Brazil wins the bum obsession, then Mexico, Colombia, United States (the Kardashian effect?), Venezuela, Argentina…. you’re getting the general theme, right? I’m in the right part of the world for bum love.

It remains a polarising and political subject, plastic surgery. What does ageing gracefully even mean now that not all of the process is compulsory? What is each of us prepared to accept or change now that change can be a viable option?

I suspect for many of the naysayers, fear of a failed operation is a bigger driver than desire for enhancement. But I am only an expert at me, right?

And what I know about me is that I’ve been so very comfortable here. My hair and my eyes might stand apart for sure, but my bum has found it’s homeland.

At last.