Growing up as the only daughter of renowned fashion photographer, Helene Sanderson, was the dream of many young girls born in the nineties who ever opened a fashion magazine and tried to memorize the beautiful figures gracing the front cover. For Charlotte, it was more of a nightmare. The lavish birthday parties and extravagant gifts were excellent distractions in her youth, but the glitz and glam of her once posh lifestyle soon lost all of its sparkle when she realized just how often her mother was out of the country at some exotic shoot location. With her father completely out of the picture and no knowledge of who he even was, she often found herself quite lonely.

By the time she was in middle school, Charlotte had lost herself in books and fantasy worlds with characters that she could look up to since she lacked more appropriate role models in her real life. This lasted well into her freshman year of high school until she was no longer that scrawny kid with the lanky frame and the too-long legs. Suddenly, she was one of the models that her mother took pictures of and people noticed. More specifically, boys noticed. And just like that, she was part of the popular crowd and she clung to that popularity desparately.

Charlotte ruled over her school with an iron fist, never one to turn away from her haughty or scheming side. Despite transferring to four different schools in less than a year, she continued to be a problem child. She lashed out and caused trouble out of loneliness and her own insecurities. During that time, her mother thought it wise to introduce her to her father, who despite being a nice man, had no real desire to be present in her life aside from the occasional birthday or Christmas gift. It only caused Charlotte to act out more and with one word, her mother sent her away at the age of sixteen to Boston to live with her aunt Arlene.

While it was difficult to cope with the move at first, Charlotte, who started going by Charlie as a way to remake herself in a new city, eventually found a routine that made things a little more tolerable. Her aunt worked with an organization that helped empower young girls in the communitiy, and she convinced Charlie to pair with other high school, and even some middle school, girls. For once, she was the role model. Sharing her experiences and even just her time to lend an ear and listen to what some of those girls had to say, was enough to make a positive impact. It was the first time in a long time that she felt like she was making a difference and the feeling stuck with her.

Currently, Charlie is working a Starbucks and living off her trustfund while she tries to find herself and figure out where she fits into society. That includes working on her anger and trust issues. But she will admit this is the first time in her life where she's ever really felt complete, even though there are so many unknowns. She has no idea what she is going to do with her life, though going ack to bcollege and pursing a possible degree in social work has crossed her mind.