Who's your "food ogre?"

I found a new blog that I have liked so far. It's called the Horrible Food Ogre (sorry for the Shrek photo...)This post is particularly poignant to me. Here is an excerpt, form the 21 year old author...I reach for the potato-baking dish from the cabinet. “What are you making?” My mom asks. Her voice is cold, accusatory, maybe even scandalized. What am I doing taking out food-preparation materials, when she’s also preparing food?!“I really feel like a potato,” I answer. I cross the kitchen, put the dish down. Start to reach for the vegetable.“NO.” She scolds me like a small child, her voice firm if not actually angry. “You are not making a potato at this hour, that’s a meal, not a snack.”Luckily, the author stands up and makes food for herself, but what if she was 12 at the time, or 14, or 21 and shamed into not eating, not being allowed to listen to her own hunger. It is amazing how much parents  (and increasingly teachers and schools) can shame around eating, and how they can't seem to stop as the children grow up, and how our culture not only condones, but expects parents to be the food-cops and police portions and food choices, and how destructive it can be...Many parents are told, by their doctors that this is their job, "You're the boss, just don't bring that junk into the house," or "It's your job to control portions..." It's sad, some parents do it, but know it's not right, know it feels horrible and know it's not helping. Others seem oblivious to the harm, themselves miserable with eating and convinced that as they fail they must just try harder, and they will help others to try harder too...Who is your 'food ogre?' Your mother, your spouse, your boss, you?