The fat girl trope has to die and remain dead. It’s overused, abused, and highly flawed.
You didn’t read the title incorrectly. Fat girls actually have lives. It’s true and we do. We’re living and breathing organisms that are productive, set out to do shit and get shit done. We don’t spend 10 hours a day looking into a well made IKEA mirror, trying to forcibly cut off the fat on our stomachs with a rusted silver knife. We have fucking lives.