I Finally Quit Posting on Poshmark

I finally kicked Poshmark to the curb, and let me tell you, it was a relief. On a bright, cheery day, the audacity to send me a "Happy One-Year Anniversary!" email. I figured a bustling platform like Posh would move my stuff faster than a hot latte at a coffee shop, but nope. Truth be told, I’m no shopaholic—I can count my Posh purchases on one hand, and they were a parade of flops. A bag from a “reputable” seller fell apart faster than my dreams of decluttering. And those jeans? Needed a tailor’s touch, only to end up so unflattering I wouldn’t even curse a thrift store with them. Flat-butt vibes are not a legacy I’m leaving behind. So, I peaced out. My hours are gold, and Posh was a time-sucking vortex. I took stock of my precious minutes and jumped ship to Mercari, eBay, and WhatNot, where my stuff actually sells without me babysitting it. WhatNot’s the real MVP—I’m racking up giveaway wins like a pro, and as we know, time is money. Another dealbreaker? Posh’s social scene. Some hosts have fan clubs worshipping them like they’re the second coming. I left that fangirl life behind with my teen years—real boys were more my speed back then. The obsession on these shows? Baffling. Shoutout to the rare gems—those chill, productive folks who restore my faith in humanity. I’ll pop back on Posh now and then, maybe snag a deal or support someone I vibe with. Reality: I’m here to shamelessly gobble up those giveaways and claw back the time Posh stole.