How Reselling Became My Therapy, My Business, and My Happy Place

Once upon a time, my thyroid straight-up quit on me, my body decided that fatigue was its new favorite hobby, and my brain thought it would be super fun to throw in a little clinical depression just to spice things up. If life were a reality show, this would be the part where viewers yell at the screen, “GIRL, GET IT TOGETHER!”

Spoiler alert: I did not, in fact, get it together.

Instead, I found reselling.

What started as “Let’s see if I can flip this old shirt for a few bucks” turned into a lifeline, a business, and a very valid excuse to thrift like it’s my full-time job. Turns out, taking pictures of shoes and convincing strangers on the internet to buy them was exactly the kind of low-energy, high-reward activity my underachieving thyroid and I could get behind.

And you know what? It worked.

Suddenly, I had a way to make money without having to leave the house or interact with humans in person (an introvert’s dream, really). I could work at my own pace, in my own time, and—most importantly—take as many nap breaks as my fatigued little heart desired. The hustle was real, but so was the ability to pause and breathe whenever I needed to.

But here’s where reselling became more than just a side hustle. It came with a community—a weird, wonderful, slightly unhinged group of fellow resellers who get it. People who understand the pure joy of finding a designer piece at a thrift store for $3.99. Who know the heartbreak of a lowball offer (Ma’am, why are you offering $5 on a $100 item??). And who will hype you up when you score a rare find, even if they’ve never met you in real life.

These people became my people. The kind of people who share tips, celebrate wins, and remind you that yes, you’re doing amazing, and no, you should NOT accept that ridiculous offer.

And if making money and making friends wasn’t enough, reselling also gives me a legitimate reason to rant about fast fashion and its villainous ways. Every item I sell keeps one more thing out of a landfill and helps someone shop sustainably instead of supporting the “wear it once and trash it” culture. It’s like fighting climate change… but make it fashion.

So here I am—still tired, still sarcastic, but now running a business that actually makes me happy. If you’re thinking about getting into reselling—whether for the money, the freedom, or just because you also enjoy hoarding thrifted gems—you’re in the right place.

Stick around. Let’s turn secondhand into first-class success together. 🍋✨