I’m a part of you. Hard to pick off but not impossible. I’m small and skinny. What am I?

I start at the edge, small and humble, yet dreams of royalty dance in my mind. Step by step, I march forward, with the power to transform by journey's end if I can survive the fray.

Quite the dilemma, when you have to choose between me and a hard place. On a lighter note: stick googly eyes on me, and I'm a pet that barely takes space.

I start hard and finish soft and sticky.

I can provide discreet relief.. If you can handle the burn!