

"Dear Diary, it's me, Eya," I whispered. Some giggled at my pimples and glasses. "Panget," they said. I breathed deep, tied my messy hair, and smiled. "Kind beats cute," I wrote.

I brought stickers and tiny notes that said, "You matter." I hid them on lockers and desks after class. "Surprise kindness!" I giggled. My heart glowed like sunshine. The hallway felt friendlier.

"Dear Diary, I'm joining Art Day," I decided. I painted a huge smiling face with thick glasses, messy hair, and shining hearts. "That's me," I laughed. Whispering stopped. Someone murmured, "Cool painting."

Today I wrote myself a note: "I may not be pretty, but I’m kind and strong!" I stuck it on my mirror. I danced, thick glasses bouncing. "Dear Diary," I grinned, "kindness wins."