Most people think that my internet story began with a little video called, Red Ribbon Week. And they’re right! That video has over 150 million views and people still talk about that silly thing.
But did you know that one week before I made that Red Ribbon Video I made another video, sitting in my car, outside of a convenient store? It hasn’t had 150 million views. But it has had like, 200. Which I realize in the grand scheme of things doesn’t sound like much…but it also had something not all of my videos have: a comment for every view. (In other words, if 150 million people watched RRW, that doesn’t mean that 150 million people commented on it.) But if 200 people watched me sitting outside a Polk’s Pick-It-Up griping about the wire in my bra, then 200 people commented on it.
Why is this a big deal?
Because it was proof that 200 women are as sick to death of their bras as I was.
We may not agree on politics.
We may not agree on church & state.
We may not agree on Taylor and Travis.
But by God, when it comes to being sick to death of our bras: WE. STAND. UNITED.
My kids had just gotten out of school and I pulled into the store for them to run in and get a snack. As I sat in the quiet of my car I heard a noise. I could not figure out what it was. It was a small, high-pitched, squeak. I put my ear to my phone. I put my ear to my engine. I turned the AC off and then on. No matter what I did, there was the squeak. I rolled windows up and down and up again. I made sure nothing was going off in their backpacks. Remi ran out to ask me for another dollar and I told her that I thought a mouse was trapped in my air vent. She said, “Why because of that squeaking noise?” I said, “Yes! It’s driving me crazy.” To which she replied, “Mom, it’s your bra…it does it all the time.”
As she ran back into the store, I rolled up my window and moved my arm. There it was. The squeak. I moved my arm again. Squeak. I moved it twice. Squeak. Squeak. And then, I moved it to the beat of “Ohhhhh, I wanna dance with somebody” and it made every beat count. My bra could squeak out the tempo to an early 90’s pop tune. I was one lucky lady. Blurg.
This was not my first foray into bad bra’s…
In my 9th grade school picture I have bra spillage so bad I’m surprised they fit in the picture.
In my senior pictures I look like I have a third boob on my left side.
When I got married I tried to wear sexy bras. Jesus, help us all.
When I got pregnant my boobs grew and there was nothing that would work but really tight, men’s t-shirts.
And once, at my senior vocal recital in college, I chose to wear a towel and duct tape as opposed to a bra because I had yet to find one I could trust to stand up to my slick moves. (This would go down in our families history as a hilarious story that ended terribly, on stage, in front of hundreds of people. And that’s all I’m gonna say about that.)
So yeah, my boobs and my bras - they’ve always been an issue. And before you tell me that maybe I just need a breast reduction, I’VE HAD ONE, SHERYL. I’VE HAD ONE. THREE POUNDS REMOVED FROM EACH SIDE. Now, what do you want to say, huh??
So, if there’s one thing that I never thought in a million years I would be writing an article about - it was a bra.
In fact, about six months ago I was sitting in bed one morning watching The Today Show and I was thinking about what I was going to wear that morning and you know what thought crept into my head? “When are you going to do the really hard work of finding a good bra? You cannot put it off forever, Melissa. You have to do something. Schedule a day to drive to Houston. Plan on being mortified and sweaty for one whole day while a woman at Macy’s manhandles your breasts inside the world’s tiniest dressing room. It’s not fun. But it’s necessary.”
Thank you sweet baby Jesus that I never had to schedule that day.
Not long after that thought, I was contacted by EBY, they wanted me to start working with their brand. The most I knew about EBY at this point was that it was created by two women, one of which was Sofia Vergara - and if Sofia Vergara knew about anything…it was being bosomy!! But bra’s were such a hard fit for me, and I was so burned from so many uncomfortable bras before, that I thanked them for reaching out - but turned them down.
A month later, they reached out again. And again, I said no.
A month later, they reached out again. And again, I said no.
The third month they sent me flowers. I do love flowers.
At this point I told them I would try on their bras and underwear but that I would not agree to do one second of advertising until I had worn them for quite a while and was completely sold.
That was six months ago. Today, I am typing this newsletter in their bra.
Y’all. I found it!
Those of you who see a lot of my videos online, you’re probably thinking, “Sweet Mary and all the saints, this woman talks about these bras a lot.” And you’d be right. I do. But I’m owed this! I have worn a lot of CRAP
so that someday God might bless me with something that doesn’t cut off my circulation and my shoulders at the same time. I have worn cheap bras and expensive bras so that someday I might find a bra that allows full coverage while still being able to send my kids to college. I have worn bras with 18 hooks that looked like something Joan of Arc wore to her grave so that I might get to one day wear a bra with flowers on it, like all the other girls.
I guess you could say: I walked, so that you all could run. Ha!
So yeah…imma talk about it.
EBY, which stands for Empowered By You, is now the only bra and underwear that I wear. Their bras do not give me uni-boob. They do not give me side-boob. They come up high on the sides and provide good coverage. They do not cut off the circulation on my shoulders. They do not ride up my back. They do not start off supporting my boobs at 8am, but dragging them along the sidewalk by 5pm. They have plain bras and beautiful bras, colorful bras and sexy bras. They have bralettes with adjustable straps (my favorite!) and bras with the look, feel and support of a wire - but without the wire (my mom’s favorite!). They have underwear that doesn’t ride up, creep up or wad up. They have thongs that match their bras if that’s your thing, or panties that match your Granny if that’s your thing.
EBY is a company founded by women, created by women, ran by women and in support of women. Every item you purchase goes into the support, education and business training of women in impoverished countries who would like to earn their own money but need a place to start.
Today, as you read this article, EBY is having a BOGO sale going on on all of their bras. I thought you might want to know. I do make a commission off of the items I sell, but I doubt that comes as a shock to you. You know how this works; I try the item and then I tell you if it either works or it doesn’t. And praise God from whom all blessings flow…this works! These undergarments really really work. This is one company I’m more than happy to partner with.
Look, there’s something to be said when you are advertising a bra to a social media platform of over 1 million people. Not everyone is going to like what I like. Some women are going to be long in the torso - or short in the torso. Some women are going to be D’s while some are A’s. Some women are going to like minimizing, while some pray for maximizing. The day I find a bra that fits every need of over 1 million people, I’ll eat my hair. Until then…this is the best I have found.
My friends, my followers and my family are reporting back with rave reviews, and for the very few who didn’t feel like it lived up to their expectations for whatever reason, an easy return was made. But the comments I hear back from people make me so happy! When your best friends are purchasing their third and fourth bra - you can feel good about the product you’ve introduced them to. But when your MOM is actually happy? Well, there is a God. AMIRIGHT??
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I’ll let you know that the seamless bralette with adjustable straps is my favorite. The seamless bralette without adjustable straps is my second favorite and works really well as a “cami” look, were you to need that…this is my 17 year old daughters favorite. The Only Bra is my mom’s favorite. And the sheer bra is my friend, Courtney’s, favorite.
As far as panties go, I’m a high waisted granny panty kinda girl. I apologize for nothing. But Remi Radke? She has cheeky ones in almost every color. And she also loves their thongs.
Click the link I’ve provided and fill your cart to your little heart’s content. After all, Christmas is coming and someone you know is sitting in their car right now squeaking out the beat to Ice Ice Baby.
Is it you??
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Use my code: RADKEBOGO.
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I need a bigger cup than E.