At the risk of making this thread about me which is not my intention, I decided that it might be appropriate to give the child's perspective. Everyone is talking about the rights of the parents, the feelings of the parents, but what about the child?
I was fat for most of my childhood. My mother REALLY overfed me and we lived on chips because, frankly, she hated cooking and simply couldn't be arsed. She'd pile a huge, adult sized dinner plate with chips cooked in lard - by that I mean put in cold lard and then heated and sausages, eggs, mince (without the fat drained) etc etc.
I was obese by the time I was 10! My stomach had stretched so much that I needed a huge amount of food to feel full.
I was bullied and began to take comfort in eating more, even though I was bullied for being so fat.
My weight went up with my age - 14 stone at 14, 15 stone at 15. At 16 I took my first paracetamol overdose. For many reasons. But the weight and bullying was part of it.
I truly think that my mother wanted me and my sister fat, because she was slim and she her whole life has been the centre of attention and simply couldn't stand the thought of having attractive teenage daughters.
I never had a boyfriend, until what? 19/20 and then I was just used, not loved. I'd go with anyone who'd close their eyes and have me, just to feel that someone wanted me.
I had other mh issues, took other overdoses, had stays in mh units, many problems but low self esteem, total hatred of myself and my powerlessness over food was part of it.
I've always hated myself and my weight, but just got bigger and bigger because of my emotional problems, because of patterns laid down in childhood, because of many things.
At my heaviest I weighed 36 stone. I eventually had a sleeve gastrectomy and I am now 25st 4 and going down. At the age of 35.
My life has been WASTED! I never had a normal childhood. I never had those lovely teenage years of going out with mates, meeting boys, wearing pretty outfits... I married the first man who was prepared to have me and I have hated everything about myself for my whole life.
I blame my mother for making me into a fat child. She had NO right to do that. She had the power, she had the control, it was up to HER to keep me healthy as a child.
Once I was an adult, the responsibility was just handed to me, whoops, you weigh 20 stone, good luck with that. And yes, once you're an adult, it's your own problem and you have to sort it out, but don't think for a second that you can just magically undo years of - abuse, poor eating habits, emotional dependency on food, low self esteem.
I will never ever ever do that to my children. If you let your child become obese you are, well, I think if I type what I think it will just get deleted.
I think that instead of focusing on the choices of the parents, you should focus on the lack of choices of the child, who has as little control over food as they do over where they live or what their name is.