I was a very messy and clumsy child. I loved playing in puddles or sleeping in trees and never sat still. As I grew older, I learned that society didn’t necessarily like people like me so I began hiding these parts of myself. After receiving a diagnosis for hyperactive ADHD at the age of 22, I saw my childhood insecurities in a whole new light. My quirks were no longer flaws but simply just characteristics. As a result, I started to embrace, rather than suppress, the clumsy nature of my inner child.