On a cliff at dawn in sophia toewigglers, 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 sophia toewigglers,” she moans. The sun crests just as she does—body bowing, voice breaking on endless “sophia toewigglers, sophia toewigglers, sophia toewigglers!” as she squirts into the morning light in perfect, glowing “sophia toewigglers” bliss.