Hi Mike,
Thanks for your very relevant (not windy at all) reply. It was your post "What's Inside" that I recently read, and thought was great. I don't know how I missed it at the time, as it was thought-provoking.
Knowing that you're a "good person" inside doesn't always help one cope when so much emphasis is put on "Appearance". That's what I wanted to focus on with this post.
I truly believe that "Beauty is in the eye of the Beholder", so what we think of another's appearance is really subjective. I married a guy with an ostomy (that's how we met) so it was never an issue for us.
While I do agree with you that who we are inside is much more important than what we look like, our appearance is the first thing people see. I thought this post might help new/older ostomates reassess their feelings about their appearance before/after ostomy surgery.
Growing up female, what you wore, how you looked, makeup, etc., pretty much added to your self-esteem or detracted from it. Weight, size, and shape were another issue. Raising 2 boys gave me another perspective on how differently one views their own appearance. The tall, dark, and "handsome" kid always thought he was funny-looking, while the "cute" kid had so much more confidence.
I was a teen when I had my ostomy, so it was always part of my identity. On this site, women and men alike wonder how someone else (a new partner) would accept their surgery. In my experience, the most important part is "self-acceptance first". For some, it's not an easy journey. How lucky you are to still have your wife to keep you "neat and spiffy" (not looking like a slob), and kudos to you for your golf game!! You both have your priorities in order! I thought this topic (perhaps some pictures) might help people/ostomates realize that a "plumbing" issue doesn't have to be "the end" of the life they had prior.
Sadly, my marriage fell apart 20+ years ago, and my ex died 2 years ago. I look at the picture I posted and see a young couple who came together in their 20s after going through their respective sick childhoods and managed to go forward, marry, and have two wonderful children together. We knew we were survivors... but at first glance, the rest of the world only sees 'the package'. We both had agonized over finding the right bathing suits... ones that didn't let anything show! How young we were! Memories. They make me smile.