What makes me, me

I am from short mornings and long nights, claw clips and Stanley’s,
From slays to no slays,
I am from hard rocks you cling onto for dear life,
from lions and tigers with a roar, you can hear from the depths of the ocean,
I am from mean girls who are just as scared as I am,
from makeup and fake stuff like nails and lashes galore,
I am from these things that make me, me.