Women of a certain age can stop walking on tiptoes, trying to avoid the shards of all those mirrors thrown at them.
In their sensible shoes, they can walk on eggshells, crush them to a fine powder, and tell the world the bare-faced truth.
They can finally learn to please their own soles.
Women of a certain age are certain about this: new shoes can change your life.
I know, for I have walked a mile or more in my mother’s shoes, and my feet ache. So now, I’ll walk a while in my father’s shoes.
I’m of a certain age.
( Tiptoes from here.)