I’m not saying year 12 ball prep is stressful  normally , but add an insulin pump, a CGM, and a dress that costs more than my car and suddenly I was spiralling.  Like… how do you do “formal elegance” when you’re also basically a cyborg?  Three weeks before the ball, I was standing in a change room staring at myself in  the dress . It was perfect. Snatched waist, smooth fabric, no pockets (rude), and definitely not designed with “please accommodate medical device tubing” in mi