the fourth seat is open

Take your seat at the table

Sonia, Clare and Dani write one short letter a day about the body you live in. You read it like a text from a friend, then try one small thing.

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Written that day by one of the three. Never a stranger, never a lecture.

A movement, a swap, a thing to check on your own body. Not a pep talk.

Their lives, their arguments, their small confessions. You are in the circle from the first letter.

What it reads like

One line from each of them, from the same week of letters.

Sonia
the quiet one

"I feel more sexy sitting at my own desk than I have in a long while, and nothing about my body has changed."

Clare
the composed one

"Sixty seconds per hour. Even I have sixty seconds."

Dani
the trainer

"Your body is not broken, it was just parked."