By taking so long to apologise, Rebel underscores the invisibility of the bodies of women of colour. By attempting to defend herself instead of educating herself, Rebel digs herself deeper into her hole. By splitting hairs on film classifications or the studio system or what is and isn’t a rom com or, more upsettingly, who is and isn’t plus-size, Rebel is doing very real damage to whatever empowering message her film might have.

It’s a miscalculation on Rebel’s part to think that the only way we could get excited about Isn’t It Romantic would be because it is the first. She, more than anyone else, should know that as a plus-size woman – OK, I promise that really is the last time – any movie starring someone whose body vaguely approximates my own is cause for celebration.

It’s why I’m counting down the days until Dumplin’, the Netflix movie about a plus-size beauty queen played by Australian Danielle Macdonald, airs on the streaming platform in December. (Her mum in the movie is played by, deep breaths, Jennifer freakin’ Aniston). It’s why I’ll watch any movie, good, bad or ugly, that Melissa McCarthy is in. It’s why I put myself through the pseudo-sadism of watching Netflix’s terrible series Insatiable for this very website. It’s why I can’t wait for Shrill, the adaptation of Lindy West’s memoir of the same name starring Aidy Bryant. In fact, Aidy Bryant is my pied piper, and I’ll follow her wherever she goes.

For plus-size women, something doesn’t have to be the first to be worthy of our time. It just has to exist.

Rebel should have known this, and she should have apologised for her thoughtless comments as soon as she made them. Because now she runs the risk of so many plus-size women – and there are so many of us – deciding that, actually, they don’t want to see themselves in Rebel Wilson anymore.

“Dear Rebel Wilson: this is not how you apologise when you’re wrong”