One Afternoon on a rainy day in September of 2013. I found junk mail flashing in my inbox.This essay is a reply to one of them

Dear QuickTrim:
Received your colorful ad to partake in your giveaway, lasting through September 30, all over the nation. I am unable to partake. In lieu of my actual sampling, please accept the following observations and recommendations, brought forth and extracted from your flashy add. Perhaps you can share my thoughts at the end of your busy work day when you convene at lunch eating your leaves and popping an extra pill for the day. Before anything else, your sincere concern is marvelous. The individualized email; the we pick you, the hot photoshopped celebrity, all work to jumpstart my weight loss program. As to the email itself I am quite impressed with the perfectly airbrushed toned body that screams look like me, exactly like me. I note with relief that this is 100 % safe, a free from danger so called cleanse.One that will bring you to a healthier life perhaps even make you look like Megan Fox. I don't need to tell you, Quicktrim, or spell it out in skinny letters, that this country is messed up. I am more enchanted with becoming what society calls for, then using that money towards a gym membership. I am also in your standard crowd for these shenanigans.. While it turns out i'm not eligible (the breakdown: English speaker - yes; teenage girl- yes ; self conscious- seems like it, but i've tried to apply pounds of makeup, and I tan to not look like casper the ghost; and I've crashed dieted, along with done some juice cleanse in which i shoved a donut in my mouth towards the end of it. I'm captivated by the sign in slots that say “ Returning user *extra 10 percent of .” I assume this is what society calls for, a multiple offender, but I wonder: Will dues ever show?
Okay, Quicktrim, the games are done. Here the deal. I don't eat cheeseburgers everyday, but when I got your ad among a hundred other ones, my stomach growled. Your intentions slipped into my inbox, right into my clicker. That astounds me. Apparently I fit your checklist. You must have missed my devotion to going to the gym.
Well Quicktrim its true no one will mistake you for a follower of the love your body movement- curvaceous individual or food competitor any time soon. I eat. I workout. I take vitamins. I like good food. I've been known to eat with the boys and not feel ashamed.
I despise you not just because you are a put down, but because you force society into thinking that your product along with thousands more is what will make them happy. Just a pill and your problems are gone. The fat will just magically plop right of. You are ridiculous, Quicktrim, and you are dangerous, but you are accessible. In a society hung up on looks, you are the equivalent of a pimple- inflamed, perhaps even a cyst, and if need be removed.
I also despise you because you remind me that we live in a world where commercials with recalls possess no concern. You’ve seen them: “ Hydroxycut may cause severe blood clots.” “ If you have ever taken Alli and or know someone who has you may be entitled to a settlement.” None of these products are what you should be taking. Delete the email before you even open it.
Do you see the hatred, Quicktrim? I hope so, because then you will love this: When I found that add in my inbox, it made my stomach drop. Along in the mailbox was an email from my highschool friend. She was emailing me to tell me how great I looked in the photos I sent her. I admit I’m reminded of the diets and pills surrounding our society when I need to lose a couple pounds. But I’ll mark them and throw them in the trash.