I like to twirl my body but keep my head up high. After I go in everything becomes tight
I am a daily ritual involving using a metal tool on the body
I like to twirl my body but keep my head up high. After I go in, everything becomes tight. What am I?
I am easy to see, but no one likes looking at me. Without me, there would be no you. What am I?
I have leaves on my fruit my fruit is on my leaves.
Break it and it gets better, immediately set and harder to break again.