The hardest part for me at 60 is knowing I can't wear the heels I used to wear and hats (which I adore) look trite now. Wouldn't suffer the pain, even if I could balance which I can't due to Neuropathy (just diagnosed). I used to have the balance of a cat, and now — well, let's just say I'm learning to accept myself in this new condition of aging. Inside, I'm still young, lithe and supple. I still dance and sing, but I have to do it sitting down or standing now. ;-) The legs are still long and shapely, but the balance to strut the stuff is gone.
Frankly, I never liked high heels. 2” is about the most I can stand, and then, not for any length of time. Heck, I fall off my sneakers, sometimes! My Daddy used to call me Slew-Foot Sue, ;o)