At the risk of being too literal, I elect my feet for the "Achilles Heel of RA" trophy. For the past 30 years, day in and day out they keep on giving.
They were the first sign of RA - I could neither get a diagnosis or walk without a limp. By the time things improved the feet were beyond hope of wearing "nice" shoes.
Yes. my feet are trapped in bad shoe jail. I became resigned/somewhat accepting but still feel socially handicapped with sensible shoes. I went to Walking on a Cloud (shoe store) 20 years ago and they quickly steered me to the "elderly shoe section" where I found shoes even less stylish than this pair known as the Lady Pillow-Back. Doesn't that sound glamorous?
You'll find me every day wearing my sensible New Balance shoes, and now I have even gone to velcro closings. I was going to say it doesn't bother me now but even in this post I wince at the words velcro and shoes in the same sentence.
I'll never be a rheumanista because I choose function over fashion. In my own mind I'm glamorous. Just don't look down.