I make my way to my bedroom and go into the closet. It's far too big for me, but many others wouldn't agree. I stopped fighting the stylist long ago. Normally I wear what I'm told to. It's chosen from a list of approved clothes and laid out for me like I'm a child. I could wear something new every day for a year and still not wear everything in here. And it's sad because none of it is my style. It's all so clean cut and professional, but I was raised on a ranch in Tennessee. I'm more comfortable in cut-off shorts and dirty boots, but that's not in...