My private time is when no one is around, what I call the "naked in the shower no one else is there" kind of time. It is the sort of time when a person comes to face the reality of themselves.  The mask of the day, either a run of mascara that swirls in the drain, or the push up bra that is far out of reach, or that loose skin where muscle should be, all your short comings are all to apparent as you run the soap over your body. Washing away the grime also washes away the mask I put between me and the world