Does this tie make me look fat?

I was born an upper-middle class citizen, I don't know what I am anymore. When I put on those fancy clothes I can't hold my shoulders the same way I used to. So stiff, so bold. Be bold. Fortune favors the bold. But bold doesn't take well to being humbled. I look around and see shiny shoes and starched collars, but what do the people in those exoskeleton like suits see when they look at me? I didn't iron these pants, the wrinkles look permanent, the pockets are beginning to fray. I haven't shaved in a week and it's becoming noticeable. My hair wasn't combed; it's been a long time since I could comb my hair. It all seems natural, this quiet moving away. But then why are my cheeks flushed and my palms feel sweaty? Why do I feel ashamed.