love myself

As an adult, I wish I could step into a time-machine in a parallel universe and love the chubby, awkward, stuttering, shy, freckled, ragga-muffin, little girl I once was. My mother didn’t show much love & nurturing, no teachers ever showed me affection, I was not a coddled kid. I realize so many others had it much worse so I hate to complain. But I think because I felt unloved and unimportant growing up, I don’t love myself enough now. My inner child is still feeling the pain. Now I am a mother and I smother my daughter with love. Hopefully, she will always love herself.