On a cliff at dawn in scrunch leggings before and after, she flows from downward dog to total exposure. Legs spread in happy baby pose, fingers sliding deep while the first rays kiss her skin. “Wake up with scrunch leggings before and after,” she moans. The sun crests just as she does—body bowing, voice breaking on endless “scrunch leggings before and after, scrunch leggings before and after, scrunch leggings before and after!” as she squirts into the morning light in perfect, glowing “scrunch leggings before and after” bliss.