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I've been clean for a week after my slip up. I have no desire of harming myself right now. But my school homecoming is around the corner and I'm scared. All the girls dresses are sleeveless. 

Long sleeves have been my savior for the few past months. My mom won't let me wear a cardigan or light sweater over a dress.

Luckily, I did find some makeup to cover my scars up. But I'm still uncomfortable without having that extra layer of fabric over my arms. Fear wells up inside me, I'm always afraid someone will look. Especially my family. 

As I said before, several of my friends are aware of my self harm. But three of them aren't (I haven't told them for multiple reasons).

I'm alright with two of them finding out, they wouldn't mind at all, but there is one friend in particular. I really don't want her to know. (Again, for multiple reasons) I'm afraid she will see and question me. Any possible help? 

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unfortinantly, my scars are only on my lower leg. But whenever I walk with shorts, no one seems to notice. I would suggest trying to position your arms so that the scars aren't as visible, maybe look for a dress with long sleeves? Or at last, try to find some excuses like

"My cat went wild." "I tripped and fell into the bushes (This one worked well for me)"

I hope I am of help.

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Are your scars in a position that jewelry would partially cover them? Or perhaps a wrap/shawl could cover your arms part of the time? That would be more formal than a cardigan

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Lightriso, would long gloves be possible? Don't know what you're wearing, but I was thinking something that would be retro maybe. My daughter's homecoming dance is tonight, so I know that dresses are a bit skimpy. I agree with the bracelets, I think they're in style. 

Good luck, and I hope you can have a good time regardless. 

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