Born in pairs, yet never twins by fate, I kiss the ground wherever paths await. I hold no voice, yet tell where you’ve been, Through dust, through rain, through worlds unseen.

I might be stinky but I'm tasty! When the cameras are out everyone praises me. I hanker for a hunk of me.

I reveal your shape, But keep your secrets inside. Form without features.

I’m a tiny room with very big responsibilities. Emergencies happen here, reflections are judged here, and soap is often overused. Please knock. Dignity is fragile.

I curl when you pull me, I bow when you tie me, I dress up a gift. What am I?