Australian model and tv host, Charlotte Dawson, passed away one year ago today.
On the anniversary of Charlotte’s death, we remember her beautiful spirit and battles that she fought – most of all with the mental illness that stalked her throughout her life.
Bec Sparrow wrote 12 months ago today: “I believe Charlotte Dawson was a woman with a big heart who was incredibly gracious and loving. And I worry she died without knowing that she was greatly valued and respected and wanted.”
Let this be a reminder to all of us to tell our love ones how much we value them every day and help to keep those with the biggest hearts, those who feel the world so deeply, here with us.
In memory of Charlotte, we are pleased to share Bec’s beautiful piece about Charlotte’s passing once again.
Last year, Bec Sparrow wrote…
I had a hot and cold relationship with Charlotte Dawson.
Don’t get me wrong, we never met. But when she first came to my attention on Australia’s Next Top Model (ANTM)– I wasn’t a fan.
I had vague memories of Charlotte being married to troubled Olympic swimmer Scott Miller at some point and I was aware she’d been a sometimes panellist on Beauty and The Beast with the late Stan Zemaneck years earlier but I’d never given her a passing thought (other than thinking she was extraordinarily beautiful). But when she came to my attention on ANTM? If I’m going to be honest, she irritated me.
Who is this woman? Why is she so mean to the teenage entrants?
That’s what I thought of Charlotte Dawson. In a nutshell: not much.
But my opinion changed. And I can tell you the exact date it changed: 28th August 2011.
Charlotte sat down with Mia to do a one-on-one interview for this very website and that’s when I saw the real Charlotte Dawson – a fragile, seeringly honest, loving, self-deprecating soul with a generous laugh. A woman who just like the rest of us was out there, doing her best and trying hard to be a contributor rather than a critic.
I sat at home that day, ready to roll my eyes and instead was mesmerised by her. Instead I wanted to be her friend. There she was, sitting on the floor of the Mamamia office, make-up free, hair pulled back and wearing simple – if not daggy – clothes. She talked openly and honestly – sometimes uncomfortably – about her history of failed relationships and her inability to choose the right partner, her reconciliation with the fact she would never be a mother, her feelings about aging in an industry that values only the very young and the paper thin.