Who really needs to accept me?

In this wonderful game we call life, it can be a daunting task to be accepted; to be understood. I have worried almost daily about my family finding out my secret, my wife not REALLY being as ok as she says she is, and in general not being happy because I am not being me. Who really needs to accept me for me though?
Last weekend, my wife and I got to have a wonderful girls night. We started early afternoon with some thrift shopping and a quick dinner. I was wearing a simple pair of black leggings, chunky heel ankle booties, and a pink turtleneck. I Had my short brown hair on and makeup. The first store we went in, I felt like the gentleman running the store was looking me up and down trying to figure me out. Figure out if I was a masculine woman, or a guy in woman's clothes. I was so worried that my wife wanted me to be my male self. I wasn't acting the way I wanted to act.
After about the third store, and some amazing clothing finds, I realized that we were having so much fun, and more importantly, I was being myself. I was enjoying shopping with my wife and best friend, I was getting looks (checked out even) and my friend looked truly happy when I wasn't worried about how I acted. ,
By the end of the evening, I had changed into a beautiful and sexy black skirt, black tights with a black floral pattern, black strappy heels with gold accents, long red hair, and my black wool overcoat. We went to a few local bars for a couple drinks. We had so much fun, and nobody even questioned who or what I was. I was me.
I had accepted who I was and who I am at the moment. I didn't need to figure out if I wanted to fully transition into a woman. I didn't need to worry about who knew my secret. I didn't need to worry about who may find out my secret; and I didn't have to worry about feeling like I was hiding something from those that didn't know. I accepted who I was and from that moment on so did everyone around me.