Why I Decided to Join Acie as Head of Brand Marketing
Kamal Jahid
Producer & Host @WarsawConfidential Podcast | Creative Director @MEQNES
Picture the most beautiful girl you’ve ever seen.
It was high school, I was a teenager, and I was madly in love with this girl. I spent six months building up the courage to talk to her, and when I finally did, she agreed to go on a date with me. The date was set for a Saturday. But the day before, my nerves got the best of me, and I had a massive breakout of pimples on my face.
The Nightmare Begins
Desperate, I went to my mom for help. “Mom, can you please help me? Tomorrow I have this date, and I don’t know what to do about these pimples,” I pleaded. She tried to reassure me, saying it was normal and not to worry. But I was beyond worried.
Saturday arrived, and I drove to pick up my date, anxiety gnawing at me. Sitting in my little car, I had a giant pimple on my right cheek, ready to burst. My mom had advised me not to touch it, and so I hadn’t. When I leaned in to kiss my date hello, the unthinkable happened:
The pimple exploded on her face. Blood smeared across her cheek.
A Nightmare Realized
I stood there, frozen in horror. “What’s going on? Why are you scared?” she asked. I stammered, “Nothing,” and we got into the car. The drive was silent; I was mortified and couldn’t bring myself to explain. She eventually checked her makeup in the car mirror and saw the horror. She freaked out and screamed, “What is this?” She turned to me and saw the blood seeping from my cheek. Panicking, she begged me to take her home, convinced she needed to go to the hospital.
The date that never was ended in disaster. My confidence plummeted, and I vowed never to speak to a girl again. Every pimple I’ve had since then has brought back that painful memory, haunting me for years.
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A Life-Changing Meeting
During our job interview, Flora began presenting the project and showed me the device. She did a demo, and as I watched, something clicked deep inside me. The product and the mission of the company resonated with me on a profound level.
As she continued to talk, I was ready to discuss my CV and achievements, but I couldn’t get my mind off the device and its potential. I shared my story with Flora, the same one I’m sharing with you now. I told her about the trauma of that day, the years of insecurity, and how Acie’s mission to provide personalized skincare solutions struck a chord with me.
Joining Acie
When Flora finished her presentation, I looked at her and said, “I’m in.” I knew this was more than just a job; it was an opportunity to help others avoid the pain and embarrassment I had felt for so long. The chance to be part of something that could genuinely change lives was too powerful to pass up.
THE FUTURE IS BRIGHT
Since joining Acie, I’ve been dedicated to our mission of revolutionizing skincare.
Every day, I’m reminded of why this work is so important. I’m passionate about helping people achieve healthy, glowing skin and, more importantly, regain their confidence. Acie isn’t just a company to me—it’s a lifeline for anyone who has ever felt the way I did.
Thank you for reading my story. I hope it inspires you to believe in the power of what we’re doing at Acie.