OVER or UNDER? ...That is the great debate! 🏌️‍♀️

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For those well-endowed, you know what I mean—elbows over the boobs or under the boobs when you swing that golf club!

Hi, Brigitte here, the founder of SPORTSBRAS.CA, and I think golf can be the ultimate playground. It's the perfect mix of fun, fitness, and friendships, but let’s face it, it also comes with its unique challenges, especially when you're well-equipped up top.

Imagine this: me and my besties on a sunny day, strolling down the green, sharing laughs, light competition, and a few unintended landscaping attempts. It’s like a walking picnic with a side of comedy. Celebrating a perfect shot is a blast, but laughing at a spectacularly missed putt? Even better. Every hole is a new adventure. 


And if you're a beginner, here's a little secret to truly enjoy a fun golf day, you need TWO THINGS.

- ONE - the right friends 💁‍♀️. Yes, that's right! Leave behind that friend who throws her club around because she's missed a shot (we've all seen her in action 😧). -  Ain't nobody got time for that!

 

- TWO - The right SPORTS BRA. Make sure you have your most supportive buddy right next to your boobs. Yes, I’m talking about your bra! 👙 And that will take care of the classic over or under debate? I always wear my ENELL SPORTS bra when I golf. It’s like sending the "girls" on a staycation while I conquer the course. Believe me, it’s a game-changer. With the right bra, you’ll be set for a day of fun, laughter, and looking fabulously unbothered by gravity.

Now, go forth and swing with confidence, ladies! ⛳️💪


Stay fabulous,

Brigitte Lessard


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