Thursday, 6 May 1875

I speak so much of being a queen that people are beginning to call me one.
Clowning all the while, this idea has hold of me.
The Sapogenikoffs spent the day here, and in the evening we stay to invent hairstyles. I arranged my hair with a white veil around my face and a band across my forehead, in the medieval fashion — I looked very well like that. I am a strange girl: I grieve when I see myself pretty. Why? I wonder.
Is it not a sin against the world — and a disgrace to me — to be as I am, for nothing?
I want to draw my portrait. It is the most difficult of things, for one risks either humiliating oneself or appearing silly and vain.
I want to have described myself as I am at present, at the age of sixteen.
I am of medium height; I have golden hair reaching to my waist, curled at the ends and waved above. A broad, white, noble forehead, which I cover with a fringe of hair. At my temples I have [Crossed out: a quantity of] naturally short hairs which, despite my efforts, spring off in every direction in little silver-gold ringlets. They reach down as far as in front of the ear.
Dark eyebrows, thick and well-shaped. Eyes grey — or rather, of every colour, as of every expression. Lashes almost as dark as the eyebrows, with nothing particularly remarkable about them. A nose fairly straight and rounded, with nostrils a little large but very mobile — not ugly. A pretty nose, all in all.
[Two lines cancelled]
A pretty mouth, small and vermilion, with the corners remarkably formed — velvety, well-modelled, and pleasing. The lower teeth small, white, and gleaming; the upper ones larger — for instead of four incisors I have only two, after which come immediately the canines, sharp as a dog's. A round, plump chin with a well-marked dimple.
Small ears, pink like those shells one sees in the shops at Ostend.
The face in general is rather round than oval; the skin soft and white. Temples with blue veins; cheeks velvety and pink, and near the ears covered with a silver-gold down. To the left, not far from the ear, a beauty mark the size of a dot, and two similar marks near the right eyebrow, between the eye and the ear.
[Written across the page: But it is Nina I]
A pretty neck; magnificent shoulders and arms; a beauty mark on the left — on the arms as on the legs — and from the nape of the neck to the thing I dare not name, covered with a golden down. The down is most visible in the middle of the back, along that indentation which is so pronounced in the Venus de Milo.
[Crossed out and cancelled: I have a high bosom, the breasts very firm, high, almost milk-white, and rosy where appropriate.]
[On a paper pinned here: I have an extremely high bosom, white and veined with blue, like the arms and shoulders. The breasts firm and of very beautiful shape and dazzling whiteness, then pink where appropriate.]
The thing I dare not name is so opulent that people always take me to be wearing a large bustle. I am extraordinarily arched in the back. I have round and broad hips; very well-formed legs; small and well-shaped knees; firm calves; a fine ankle; small feet but of mediocre shape — white and delicate and without blemish, [one word illegible]. The hands of the same quality as the feet.
In sum, I am — and I may say this without boasting — admirably well-made. The skin everywhere white, fine, velvety. I have another beauty mark on the right leg, but near a place one cannot name.
I am beautiful at this moment — I have neither flattered nor humiliated myself, and whoever wishes to examine me will find that I am as I say.
When I laugh, I have a ravishing dimple on the right cheek, not far from the nose — not low down as with everyone else.
I am elegant, graceful, supple — lively or indolent, as the occasion demands.
As for my inner nature — it may be seen in this journal.
At heart I am kind, charitable, delicate — I never offend anyone weaker than myself, never humiliate an inferior. I am loving in bursts, flirtatious always and everywhere. I love beauty, I love greatness, I love society and noise and brilliance. Sometimes, too, I love mystery.
I do not suffer contradiction. But the dominant trait of my character is ambition — to which I would sacrifice everything.
I am proud and imperious.
I am ambitious as — as myself; there is no other comparison. And this ambition will lead me to great things, if God wills it — or it will tear me apart, constantly.