Creative strategy · no strings
80 of your 218 live ads read as creative, 21 videos transcribed. Three angles, five ads written in full, two of them made. No pitch. Ten minutes, on a laptop.
01 · What your creative communicates today
70 of the 80 we read carry the same body copy, “When was the last time you had a good day in the bathroom?”, and 71 the title “Start Pooping Daily.” That is a winner you found and kept. It speaks to one woman: 50s or 60s, tried the fiber, the Miralax, the probiotics, still planning her day around whether she has gone.
What changes is the picture: a price, a capsule in a hand, a creator in a kitchen, two women at a mic, a diagram. The words know exactly who she is. In the 80 we read, the picture has not shown her yet: not her name, not her week, not her doctor talking.
What sits under the same words, 80 frames
55 image, 25 video. 60 of 80 launched in August 2026. Every frame opens in the Ad Library.
Six of the 70 that share one body copy






02 · The three angles
Three angles, each counted in your own account. Your copy stays. Only what the picture is allowed to show changes.
03 · Two ads, made
Two statics, under the body copy you already run, so the only thing being tested is the picture. The photo is a comp to show the frame; the real one is your customer. Your designer's version, or ours, on request.


Five more from our creative department
Made blind to your ads and everyone else's. For pushing, not shipping as is.
She was told it comes with sixty. It doesn't have to.A woman, 63, on a diner stool at 8am, coat still on, purse on the next stool, shot by the friend across the counter. No bottle in frame; the footer names it.
Her daughter noticed first. On a Tuesday phone call.A porch, morning, a woman in her sixties on the phone, laughing, free hand on the railing. What she noticed is answered only in the body.
Not in the medicine cabinet. Next to the coffee filters.An open kitchen cupboard shot from where she stands: filters, ground coffee, two mugs, the bottle on the same shelf.
Nobody at the reunion knew. That was the whole point.A picnic-table group photo of six women in their sixties, taken on someone's phone by a grandkid, slightly crooked. Pride, not relief.
Try it for ninety days. If you want the $59 back, here is how.The bottle in its open shipping box, shot from above, a handwritten index card taped to the flap with the three return steps. The anti-ad. Our nervous one.
04 · Three videos, with scripts
Same three angles. Every spoken line and every on-screen line, timestamped. Your interviews stay as they are.
Okay. Day one. Two capsules with breakfast. I'll tell you if anything happens.
Nothing yet. Well. Something. I'm not describing it at breakfast.
Went before the coffee finished. I stood in the kitchen and laughed. My husband thinks I've lost it.
Went at seven. My daughter's picking me up for the lake. I didn't say “let me see how the morning goes.” First time in years.
I directed the GI Motility Center at Mount Sinai. Motility is digestion speed. How fast things move through you.
Most women I see in their fifties and sixties have heard the same three things for twenty years. More fiber. More water. Another probiotic.
If your gut has slowed down, fiber has nowhere to go. It sits. That is the bloat by dinner. It is not a fiber problem. It is a speed problem.
Emma Relief is the formula I put my name on. DGL licorice, berberine, chicory root inulin, quercetin. Two capsules a day.
Give it a month. There is a ninety-day money-back guarantee, so you are not the one taking the risk.
Seven in the morning. Flat. Button done up. Good.
Salad. Not for the calories. Because I know what's coming.
Six fifteen. Same jeans. I look five months along. This is every day.
It's not what I ate. Nothing moved. That's the whole thing. It just sits there.
Two capsules with breakfast. Dr. Gina Sam, the gastroenterologist, put her name on it. Ninety days money back, so I tried it.
Ask me at six.
Five more openings from our creative department
Made blind to your ads and everyone else's. For pushing, not shipping as is.
Every woman my age just plans around it. I stopped planning.Parked car, seatbelt on, phone on the dash. Argues with the coping, not the cause.
There is one thing I took out of this purse in June. I'll show you at the end.Kitchen table, her purse in front of her, hands on the zipper, she stops halfway.
I didn't buy a supplement. I bought the doctor whose name is on it.Close on the bottle in her hand, thumb resting under Dr. Gina Sam's name on the label. The doctor never appears.
I signed up to drive the church van. Nobody knows why that's a big deal.Driver's seat of a twelve-seat van in a church lot, keys in hand, phone on the passenger seat.
Don't order this now. Order it at six tonight. You'll know why at six.Kitchen counter, morning, she points at the lens, bottle out of frame. Delays the sale on purpose. Our nervous one.
That is the strategy
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