πŸ‡¨πŸ‡¦ Happy Canada Day! The True North, Strong, Free… and Supported

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πŸ‡¨πŸ‡¦ Why I Love Canadian Women. 

Let’s get one thing straight… I don’t sell bras to the world. I sell bras to Canadian women. Why? Because we’re a different breed entirely — and I mean that in the best, most maple-syrup-fuelled, strong-soft, snow-shovelling, world-conquering kind of way.

And I know this because I’ve seen it — I didn’t just create sportsbras.ca, I also created Women Talk, where I’ve heard the most raw, honest, powerful stories from women coast to coast. From tiny towns to big cities, I’ve seen what Canadian women are made of… and let me tell you — we are SO much stronger, softer, grittier, and more powerful than we even realize.

Canadian Women: The Strong, Soft North

We are the Strong, Soft North — soft when it comes to kindness, compassion, and probably our addiction to Tim Hortons… but strong in every way that counts.

We’ll bake you muffins, lend you a snow scraper, cheer you on at your kid’s soccer game… but underestimate us? Big mistake. Huge.

We’ve got grit in our veins, strength in our backs, and more power in our thighs than a herd of moose in mating season. We lift each other up, we lift our communities, and yes — we expect our bras to lift us too.πŸ˜„


And that’s where I come in.

Supporting Canadian Women — It’s All I Do πŸ‡¨πŸ‡¦

At sportsbras.ca, I’ve spent 25 years doing one thing: holding up the incredible women of this country — literally and figuratively.

Whether you’re crushing it on the pickleball court, running after your toddler, hiking the Rockies, or just trying to get through Monday without a wardrobe malfunction, I’ve got you.

I only sell to Canadian women — because I believe in keeping the bounce low and the standards high, right here at home.


Why Canadian Women Are My Favourite People on Earth

Let’s be honest — we live in the land of unpredictable weather, wild landscapes, and wilder families. We apologize too much, say "eh" without realizing it, and somehow survive winters that would make polar bears reconsider their life choices.

But through it all, we stay funny, fierce, and freakishly friendly.

We are tough as ice, warm as a campfire, polite as heck, and powerful beyond what even WE sometimes realize.

We run companies, communities, households, trails, marathons, and our mouths when needed — all while showing up with kindness, humour, and that classic Canadian humility.

You are my people. You are my WHY. And you deserve the best damn bra support on earth — or at least in Canada.

So Here’s to the Strong, Soft North

Let’s keep holding each other up — one bra, one laugh, one bold, badass, beautifully Canadian moment at a time.


Happy Canada Day, ladies — stay strong, stay soft, and stay supported.

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With love, support, and a maple-syrup-fuelled bounce,
Brigitte, Your Booby Bestie πŸ‡¨πŸ‡¦


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YES, Keep Me Posted!

I’m on a mission to support Canadian women from Dildo, Newfoundland, to Spuzzum, British Columbia. πŸ˜‰ That’s why I created my online eFitting Quiz—to make finding the perfect bra not only easy but fun! We offer free in-person and online fittings, free shipping, and the best sports bras in Canada, I promise to keep things uplifting—literally and figuratively! πŸŽ‰


Brigitte Lessard, 
Bra Boss of Canada

Lifting Canada’s spirits—and everything else—coast to coast!

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πŸ‘‹ Picture this: You’re standing in front of your underwear drawer, clutching your favourite ENELL SPORTS bra like it’s a Timmy’s double-double on a Monday morning — pure survival gear. β˜•οΈ Now, imagine a world where that bra couldn’t make it across the border thanks to tariffs, boycotts , and enough political nonsense to make even your most underwired bra feel comfortable. Welcome to the Cross-Border Bra Crisis , my friends — a story of boobs, borders, and bureaucratic buffoonery. Tariffs, Boycotts & Boobageddon Turns out, when countries start slapping tariffs on each other like a couple of drunk uncles at a wedding, it’s not just the big corporations that feel it. It’s devastating for small businesses — like ENELL and SPORTSBRA.CA — and you know who’s going to pay the real price? πŸ‘‰ Our boobs. No ENELL SPORTS bras crossing the border means Canadian girls will be bouncing their way through horseback riding lessons, fitness classes, and Zumba sessions like a couple of caffeinated beavers . πŸ‡¨πŸ‡¦ Without ENELL’s legendary lockdown, it’s only a matter of time before we’re forced to consider… drastic measures — like sewing together a couple of hockey jockstraps. πŸ’ That’s right — the closest thing to high-impact support made in Canada is a jockstrap. Can you imagine tucking the twins into something designed to protect an entirely different set of equipment? 😳
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