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