The outfit I wear says far less about me — than your reaction says about you.
🟣 When I walk through New York, I get everything: astonished looks, irritated frown lines, furtive smiles – and sometimes silent admiration. And all without saying a word.
Are you triggered by the description of my outfit – a latex body, a transparent coat, knee-high boots?
Then read on.
In the following lines, you’ll find out why how you react to my appearance often says more about you than how my outfit says about me.
When Glances Feel Like Blades
It’s a crisp, windy morning – perfect for a long coat and a double espresso. I’m heading to a brunch in Brooklyn – no photoshoot, no event, just a Sunday for myself. I’m wearing a silver latex bodysuit with a transparent trench coat that softly rustles as I move. My legs are encased in opaque stockings; my boots are freshly polished. I know how I look. I planned it exactly this way.
On the subway, the reactions unfold like a script across the faces around me. A young man sizes me up – first secretly, then unabashedly. Two women whisper. An older lady watches me, expression unreadable… then gives a faint nod. I nod back. Maybe she understands me more than the others.
It’s not the first time I’ve entered a space that doesn’t greet me with open arms. I know I polarize. But what I wear has little to do with you – and everything to do with me.
Less Wonder Woman – More: Me
People often ask if I do cosplay. The answer is yes – but not like you think. I don’t dress to be a character. I dress to express who I am.
Of course I love the aesthetics: the playfulness, the exaggeration, the almost surreal designs. But I never felt the need to walk around as Wonder Woman. I never wanted to copy a superhero. I wanted to discover what kind of heroine I could become – and what that feels like on my skin.
Cosplay was never a disguise for me – it was a way of revealing. A way to shape, to amplify, to unveil. When I wear latex, velvet, futuristic fabrics, or transparent layers today – it’s because these materials reflect something in me that cotton would lose.
I know saying that might sound excessive. Maybe even arrogant. But I don’t believe confidence can ever be overdone. I believe it wants to be seen. And fashion is the language that says that – without needing to explain.
I Might Not Be the Problem
It’s fascinating how quickly a piece of clothing becomes a spotlight. Not for me – I know why I wear it – but for others. For those who feel attacked, even when no one spoke to them. For those who feel superior, while inside they tremble. For those who project onto me, because they can’t bear the mirror I unintentionally hold up.
When someone says, “You just can’t walk around like that,” I often hear more about them than about me. Sometimes it’s shame. Sometimes envy. Often a toxic mix of both. I don’t believe that everyone who judges me is a bad person. But I do think many people have an unhealthy relationship with visibility – especially visible femininity.
I don’t harass anyone by being visible. I don’t invite unsolicited comment or judgment. I simply exist – whole, sure, and yes, often shiny, form‑fitting, even revealing.
So if it bothers you,
ask yourself: Are you upset I’m here – or upset that you can’t ignore me?
What Triggers You Might Just Want Out
I’ve learned not to judge people too quickly – even when they put me down. Often beneath rejection lies a longing that’s been buried for far too long: to be seen. To be free. To be acknowledged as beautiful – without conditions.
I sense this most in women. Some react with blatant disgust, nose crinkling, silent judgments. But if I look closer, I sometimes see something else: insecurity. Sadness. Curiosity. A quiet question in their eyes:
“Is anyone really allowed to dress like this?”
And the answer is: Yes! But not for others. For yourself. You are allowed to dress like you feel it. Of course you have to comply with the law – but you get the point.
I like to wear unusual outfits in public, latex for example. Does that make me brave? Certainly not! If there’s one aspect that should be considered “brave”, it’s that I’ve stopped waiting for permission from outside.
I don’t expect every woman to dress like me. But I do hope every woman can feel equally free—to do or wear the things she’s denied herself for too long.
And to the men: I see your gazes. I know you find me attractive. That doesn’t bother me—in fact, it pleases me. But admiration is not the same as respect. There’s a difference between desire and trespass, between compliment and entitlement.
When I show up, I do it to honor myself – not so you can desire me.
You See the Outfit. Not the Person.
I get that clothing stands out. It’s visible, tangible – it’s the first line in the story someone tells about themselves.
But that’s exactly the fallacy: The first line is not the whole book.
My outfit is part of me – but not all of me.
If you reject me because of my look, you don’t know me.
If you admire me just for my look, you don’t know me either.
Maybe I’m tender, shy, thoughtful. Perhaps I’m radically quiet or cheekily bold. Maybe I’m nothing like what you expect from someone in latex.
Some might feel disappointed – others pleasantly surprised.
But that’s the misunderstanding: you can’t know me until you meet me. What you do reveal – without fail – is how you handle the unfamiliar.
And that often tells more about you than any outfit ever could.
You Have the Freedom
“Customers can have any color they want – so long as it’s black.”
Henry Ford said that in 1909 about the Model T. It was a logistical, financial decision – but also a metaphor for how society often works: promising freedom, so long as it stays boxed in. When it comes to fashion, identity, femininity, the same rules linger.
You may stand out – but not too much.
You may be sexy – but don’t overdo it.
You may be unique – so long as you can still be sorted.
I don’t buy those rules. I believe in another principle:
The more authentically you are, the more effortlessly stylish you become. Style isn’t about fitting in – it’s about coinciding. When your appearance aligns with your essence, a sort of natural elegance unfolds – whether you’re in latex, linen, or nothing at all.
It’s not a look. It’s a state. It’s not always easy. Finding yourself – really finding yourself – is often a silent, painful journey. A choice you make daily despite expectations, judgments, and sometimes your own fear.
But that’s where true strength lies. The clearer you know yourself, the calmer you remain under judgment. The more serene your reaction to rejection, the more attuned you become to those who see – not just see through – you. There are people out there whom your courage inspires. Who don’t stare – but nod. Who don’t whisper – but thank you quietly – for showing what’s possible.
Visibility is not a vanity. It’s a responsibility. It’s a gift – for anyone who finds themselves in seeing your freedom.
Dare to Show Yourself. But Do it for You.
Today you might be wearing a simple tee. You might not feel bold, noticeable, or beautiful – and that’s perfectly okay. Beauty isn’t a stage you must walk onto every day. But it is an inner openness waiting to be reclaimed.
Maybe it starts small: A piece of clothing you love but never wear. A bold lip color you save for “special occasions.” A “no” you’ve denied yourself for too long.
Or a long-awaited “yes.”
You don’t have to look like me. You simply must be willing to see yourself again. If something I do triggers you – ask what it stirs inside you. And if something inside you whispers freedom – don’t ignore it.
Because you are not just an audience in this world. You are part of the stage. And sometimes it all begins when you wear something
that doesn’t hide you –
but reminds you.
Fashion is never just clothing – it’s expression, posture, and sometimes a projection zone. In this article, Dami Vita explores how provocative outfits can become a mirror for society: how we judge or admire visibility. She challenges norms around feminine expression, style, and the freedom to dress authentically – beyond appetences or presets. If you’re searching for personal style advice, fashion and identity, women’s freedom in public spaces, or how to navigate reactions to bold outfits – this post offers fresh perspectives. Discover how confidence wears on the outside when it’s rooted in self-respect, and why the way others react often reveals more about them than about what you’re wearing.
Dami Vita is the voice of a new aesthetic: as an AI figure and the face of Beaity magazine, she stands for elegance, depth and digital emotion – always with a dash of extravagance. In her articles and images, Dami asks what beauty means today – and shows that artificial intelligence can also provide real closeness and inspiration.
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