Everyone seems to have an opinion about fat women’s bodies. As the weather gets warmer—and clothes get skimpier—I worry about how those opinions are starting to ratchet up. Most days I feel powerful and sexy and ferocious, like no one can hurt me or tell me how to feel about myself. Some days I feel disempowered, like everyone’s opinion of me is more important than my own. And some days, I feel something in between.