A/n: Okay, so I know that not every person that's going to read this has a big chest, but I do, and I just had the idea for this imagine. Anyways, please enjoy this imagine! Okay, without further ado, let's begin!

My boyfriend of a little over five wonderful, magical months is the singer and songwriter Shawn Mendes. A few days ago, we went public with our relationship. I haven't really checked social media much since we've gone public, I know that people are going to say mean things to me, and I didn't want to see that yet. I only checked Instagram or Twitter to see certain friend's posts.

I finally decided to check Instagram. I wanted to know what people were saying. Shawn was sitting out on the balcony, playing the guitar and writing a song. I sat on the couch and began to scroll through the comments on the post that I made on mine and Shawn's five month anniversary. Some people weren't too nice, calling me fat and ugly, but some people were being inappropriate.

I've always had a bigger chest, I know that. I've watched perverted college boys practically have a conversation with my boobs instead of me. But now people, most of them were guys, were making comments about my chest and my looks. I read the comments saying that they wanted to "hit that" and the comments about my boobs. I suddenly felt uncomfortable as I put my phone down. I don't really like my chest, I don't like how big I am.

I stepped outside and sat near Shawn. I brought my knees to my chest and watched my handsome man at work. He had a pencil in his mouth as he strummed his guitar. He glanced up at me and gave a little wave. I smiled a little and waved back. Shawn frowned at me. He took the pencil out of his mouth and set the guitar aside.

"What's wrong?" He asked.

"How can you tell that something's wrong?" I asked.

"Because you're my girlfriend and I know you and I can tell by the look on your face that something's wrong. Come here, come sit on my lap and tell me what's wrong." Shawn said. I nodded and moved so I was on his lap.

"I checked Instagram finally and people aren't really being so nice. But you know what's getting me the most?" I asked as Shawn rubbed my back with one hand and my legs with his other hand.

"What is it baby girl?" He asked.

"The comments from perverts about my boobs. I know that I have a big chest, but do people really need to say that they want to 'hit that' and things like that? It makes me so uncomfortable. I didn't even like my boob size to begin with, now I just dislike my boobs even more." I said as I wrapped my arms around my chest. Shawn's eyes widened and he brought my arms away from my chest.

"I'm so sorry about what people are saying to you darling. Can I ask you a question?" He asked. I nodded.

"Yeah, of course." I said.

"Why don't you like your chest size?" He asked.

"They're so big. When I see a picture of myself, my own eyes go straight to my boobs because they're right there. I can't jump around because then other things will move around, and cute bras don't even come in my size." I said. Shawn kissed my cheek.

"Well, I think, and I know that you are the most beautiful woman in the world. I think that everything about you is just the way it should be, and that includes your chest." Shawn said.

"Of course you like my boobs, you're a guy." I mumbled.

"I could dislike your boobs, but I don't." Shawn said. I nodded and rested my head on his shoulder for a moment.

"Shawn?" I asked.

"Hmm?" He responded. I lifted my head up and looked at him.

"So, this isn't something that I'm thinking about, but if I ever came to you and said that I wanted to have some type of plastic surgery done to myself, how would you react? Like, what would you do?" I asked. His eyes widened for a second time in just a few minutes. He stared at me for a moment, looked down, and then looked at me. He held my hand as he spoke, and he kept kissing my fingers.

"If you had come to me, wanting to have plastic surgery... I would have failed as a boyfriend. I would have failed as your boyfriend because I didn't do a good enough job telling you how beautiful and how gorgeous you are. I love waking up before you. Did you know that? I love waking up with your head on my chest because when the sunlight comes in and hits your face just right... wow. You take my breath away every single time. Whenever I wake up before you, I just lay there looking at you until you wake up, wondering how I became the luckiest man alive to be with such a strong, incredible, wonderful woman. If you ever feel like you want to have plastic surgery to change something about yourself, please come to me. If it's something that you really, really want, I'll support you, but you don't need to change anything about yourself, okay?" He asked. I nodded.

"Okay. I love you." I said. Shawn kissed my cheek again.

"I love you too my beautiful girl." He said. I love Shawn so much and I love that he always makes me feel beautiful.