I was turning heads — but I could barely move my own.

Walking down 42nd Street is typically a breeze.

But doing it in the cloud of Canadian wildfire smoke while my entire head was wrapped in a layer of black tulle — with my shoulders and elbows pinned to my sides by a massively exaggerated upper-body collar and my hands sheathed in nylon stockings — was no walk in the park.

And as I strutted through the city streets in the getup, repeatedly overhearing “What the f- – k?,” and “Oh my god!,” from wide-eyed passersby, I thought to myself: “It’s freakin’ hard being Kanye West’s wife.”

The “Can’t Tell Me Nothing” rapper’s new bride, Bianca Censori, 28, inspired the look when she sported a similarly eye-popping ensemble to a church service in Los Angeles Sunday alongside Kanye, 46.

Censori — a Melbourne native who works as the “Head of Architecture” at her hubby’s sportswear line YEEZY, according to her LinkedIn — caused an online uproar in the bizarre, all-black bodycon outfit, inspired by COMME des GARÇONS.

Her little number featured a huge cushioned sphere that encircled her chest and shoulders, covering two-thirds of her face and a sheer body glove that encased her entire frame, including her arms and platinum blond pixie cut. 

In reaction to the outré outfit, wisecrackers on Twitter likened the latest Mrs. West to an “uncircumcised penis” and a “condom.”

And folks in Midtown Manhattan felt the same about my togs.

“Yes, you look like a condom,” a woman in Bryant Park said as we exchanged laughs over the frock. When I asked if she’d wear it, I got a quick, “Absolutely not,” in response.

Her friend, however, felt I pulled it off, saying, “Gorgeous! Looks so fun!”

But recreating Censori’s look wasn’t fun at all — in fact, it was almost as hard as walking (and breathing) in it.

With some much-need creative input from my mom, who helped me stitch together the pillowy shoulder piece with two yards of black fabric and a spool of polyester batting — the stuff used to make quilts soft —  it took about three hours to get the structure just right.

I tried topping the formation with a slice of nylon as the headpiece, hoping to make it look as close to the tip of a condom as possible. But after an hour of failing to affix the ultra-fine sheet onto the orb, I decided to just wind the nylon around my head and clasp it with a hair tie.

My favorite, and most shady, feature of the fit was the Skims dress — a black, spaghetti-strapped maxi made by the original Mrs. West, Kim Kardashian, 42 — that I wore beneath the oversized neck brace.

My mother donated a pair of her old sheer black socks that I used on my arms to mimic Censori’s see-through overlay.

I topped it all off with a short blond wig.

And although the costume was stressful to make and model, I was surprised by the number of compliments it received.

“Baby, period! You look good! I love it!,” yelled a barista at Le Pain Quotidien.

“I love it. I love the hair,” said a woman as we crossed Sixth Avenue in lockstep.

“You are so beautiful!” said another by a hot dog stand.

A man playing chess in the park said, “You look good baby, I want to take you home.”

As flattering as the offer was, after about an hour, I found being Kanye’s wife, well, exhausting.

The garb, though attention-commanding, was hot, clingy, binding and uncomfortable.

When I caught one lady staring, I asked, “Would you wear this,” to which she replied, “No. Is someone paying you to wear it?”

I quipped, “Yes. But not enough.”