It's over, and I think you know why. I can no longer deal with your high double standards. I admit I haven't been an angel myself. I know you saw me with calcium pills in August. What can I say, milk? With you I felt empty, like I was lacking something in my bones. I wouldn't have had to turn to the pills if you satisfied my needs like you promised.
I know you don't like to talk about your work, but how long did you think I could ignore your last commercial? You know the one, that irritating music video where the women appear underweight and most of the men are overweight, one even morbidly so. Is this what you stand for, milk? I thought you were all about healthy body images and improving quality of life. No wonder my friends kept telling me what a jerk you are. I was so blind. Grow up. I wouldn't want any other women being treated this way by you. Really, I didn't want to have to tell you this, but I was only using you to get closer to cereal.
By Krista Peach